[MoneySign Suede]
I've been in my zone
I've been on the road
I finally understand I'm the one that God chose
Got a smile on my face for all them days I was low
I went up, they ain't wanna see me grow
Sister, why you crying? We so damn close
It was me Lil Spade growin' up, sharin' clothes
I wanna win this case but it's lookin' like a no
So if lock me up, please put money on the phone
I been on the road so my whip a lil' dirty
I'm out on bail so I'm wakin' up early
I'm lurkin' in these streets, he a demon, it's concerning
But instead of hatin' all you niggas should be learning
I tried to act cool, but I got shit on, that really hurts me
A couple niggas switched, but my plan still workin'
My lil' homie thirteen and he already servin'
I'm tryna stay focused but my vision be gettin' blurry
[MoneySign Suede]
Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon' step when it's time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin' with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night
Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon' step when it's time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin' with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night
[MoneySign Suede]
Fresh out of jail and I'm slidin' with that strap again
Shit is bad, then it's good, then it's bad again
I can't change, I'm just a perk of my environment
You gon' die 'round here with that designer fit
I couldn't wait to get a foreign, it just hit the block
I stayed down for a minute just to hit the top
Open doors for my people, yeah, I'll break the lock
Used to be livin' everyday, like fuck a knot
[MoneySign Suede]
Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon' step when it's time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin' with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night
(Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon' step when it's time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin' with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night)
[03 Greedo]
Fresh out, tell the opps we outside
My lil' drummer got a chop, now it's slide
No nine-to-five, but I got some 9-5's
We stand on business, put in work, we all die
Which one you from? Is it the projects or the block?
Get easy money, it ain't hard to get you shot
This for my nigga that was standin' in the lot
Let Fucca out, they need to free my lil' La
This one for my niggas writin' kites, snortin' lines, doing sentences
And the ones that don't get high, who got a knife on the premises
We try relyin' on the word and never made it past genesis
Start relyin' on the turf and squabble up with they nemesis
All my niggas makin' wine and they think that they chemistsis
All these pussy niggas lyin', actin' like they got businesses
Your bitch wanna suck me down, now they get in their feelingsis
This for my dogs who sit it out, but they ain't never been witnesses, ayy (Ayy)
[MoneySign Suede]
??? up in the bus
I'm screamin', "Fuck the world"
Prison plenty bitches, gave it up, so I can't trust the girl
Spinnin' over bowls, just like a spoon inside of Malt-O-Meal
I been up the road so fuckin' much, feel like a trucker feel
[MoneySign Suede]
Told the opps, "We outside"
On my knees, gone stay when it's time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin' with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night
(Told the opps, "We outside"
On my knees, gone stay when it's time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin' with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night)
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