Told my bro I sipped my last line
For the last time
For the last time
Told my bro we get that bag right
Just to pass time
I'm gon past time
Tell my pops to wipe his damn eyes
We gon be fine
We gon be fine
In the tunnel like it's half time
Shoot my three right
Shoot my three right
Put 'em on a T right
Im way to high can't see right
Niggas lie and cheat right
I promise that's that street life
She wan be with me right
But I like my hoes mean right
I told Brodie creep right and we gon see that green light
Go get em
No stressing
No telling what they did
Hoes jealous
No question
Always standing on biz