Getn’ Rich
[Verse 1]
Look I share the vision with you
Cause I thought you was my loc
Now you looking at me different
Why you think you can’t get smoke?
I don’t care about the consequences
Leave that for the hoes
I’m a go against the grain
When they think I should’ve fold
My heart cold muthafucka
I’m a kill for this bread
I tuck my babies in their bed
How you think I keep ‘em fed?
If my ambition is the topic of you tweekers and hoes
I ain’t trying to hang with you
How I look smoking on dope
I’m a fly gang banger
Cuban links hang from my throat
Bought the bottles brought the hollows
When I’m stepping with my dogs
I do it from the heart
Cause I ain’t scarred to bе alone
It get lonely at thе top
But the bottom looking broke
Man it’s a joke
Or they gossip
Like the bitches in my bed
At least they get the dick before the talk about the kid
I keep a bad bitch, multiple cars, my own crib
I walk around the city
And they tell me I’m the shit
[Chorus]
Gang ties, bitches lie
We ain’t tripping off of shit
Friends die we gon’ slide
Load a gun, grab a clip
How it look getting mad
When I’m out here getting rich
How it look getting sad
When I’m naked with your bitch
[Verse 2]
We ain’t my living with regret
What do you expect from the cavalry
Took a oath with my locs
We putting nothing over family
Prepare for the worst
Cause the worst shit be happening
We was laughing at these bitches
Now we jumping out the Camry
Knock the noodles out that boy
He took the shit too far
Fuck em all
If they don’t see it I keep the vision of a hawk
I had to crawl before I walk
I had to empty out the Glock
They don’t know cause I don’t show
But I was stressing through it all
They killed the little homies
See the writing on the wall
I start getting them calls
I pull the pistol out the drawer
This the way the problem solver
Retaliation is a must
Fuck that dust to dust shit
I wanna bust til I see guts
I’m a throw this dirty money
Til we fucking on these sluts
I’m a give you the advice I never got from my pops
I’m a give y’all all I got
Cause ima hate to see you fall
New Pick is the gang that turned a thug into a boss muthafucka
[Chorus]
Gang ties, bitches lie
We ain’t tripping off of shit
Friends die we gon’ slide
Load a gun, grab a clip
How it look getting mad
When I’m out here getting rich
How it look getting sad
When I’m naked with your bitch