| (Talk) | |
| This is Quiet money fo life, understand huh | |
| This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh | |
| Get it right, huh | |
| [AZ] | |
| This another one street stressing | |
| Keep pressing, he's guessing | |
| Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing | |
| Where I been thats the key question? | |
| Niggas yelling keep repping | |
| I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence | |
| I speak in lesson if u seeking reference | |
| Never leave ya weapon | |
| See me if u need connections we insessing | |
| Built aggression only brief accession | |
| I mean my niggas filled wit flexions | |
| So believe he's resting, leave the message | |
| F**k wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave u naked | |
| I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this | |
| Thats probabtion got us extra hating | |
| No explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations | |
| This rap shit got us celebriting | |
| Like we Saving, we in hell with satan | |
| Jails are waiting smell probabtion | |
| Serve time got us telemaking | |
| Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating (nothing) | |
| Yo, at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches | |
| At fifthteen my brother told me get them digits | |
| Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches | |
| Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches | |
| Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy | |
| And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already | |
| No ass betting if u show it you betta blast it | |
| Math class on the corner yea I past it | |
| Die right now take twenty from you bastards | |
| F**k it throw a fifth of henny in my casket | |
| Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull | |
| I just went to high school with the clip full | |
| First nigga act get a clip full | |
| Mama raised me but the streets made me | |
| Rum got me hAZy chasing this cream | |
| F**k a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team | |
| And I'm gone make the block work | |
| Sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork | |
| Bedstuy nigga you know its on | |
| Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb | |
| [Chorus] | |
| When I die I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting | |
| Cash inside coffins, Memories get lost when you die | |
| The legacy is eye for an eye but overall I will survive nigga (2x) | |
| Jump out the drop top | |
| Catch you why u copping at that weed spot | |
| Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot | |
| I'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to come at | |
| Where all the guns at | |
| Where my shorties flip them ones at | |
| Thats where my son's at | |
| You speak of war but you don't want that | |
| I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out | |
| I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out | |
| I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out | |
| I leave you lace up, you paralized from the waste up | |
| I'll f**k your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up | |
| I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up | |
| If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up | |
| I mean I f**ked up, f**k around you getting stuck up | |
| Press ya luck up, back this motherf**king truck up | |
| I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out | |
| I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out | |
| And knock the glock out, air this whole f**king block out | |
| I knock a cop out, f**k a high school drop out | |
| Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out | |
| I'm f**king with my nigga's up north on a lockout | |
| The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast out | |
| We blow your face out, Pay the judge to throw the case out | |
| Check the game and the cats that play in it | |
| Quiet money youngest luetenit | |
| Yea world it's been a minute, I'm in it | |
| To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete | |
| Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat | |
| Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends | |
| W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams | |
| The cash the cream, from the cradle to the casket green | |
| Got the game tied up we the nasties team | |
| We flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam | |
| Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene | |
| Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed | |
| The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way | |
| We touch we lay in the streets its a must we play | |
| We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way | |
| from light to day its only right that we cock and spray | |
| We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away | |
| I told you A what the game need is a change of speed | |
| Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed | |
| Chorus (2x) |
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