The streets´ll speak for it
Where you standin´? Freeband Gang

I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit

Two hundred pounds of kush, I´m tryna sell that shit
My migo said fuck it, he gon´ mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it, I´m gonna sell them shits
Young Scooter makin´ juggs on them bales and shit
And we ain´t gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich
Everything we went through? man I can never forget

By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison
We used to take a trip once a month and go visit
My Grandma and my Granddad, yeah, they all suspicious
Just say no to drugs, hell nah I ain´t listen
And loyalty is everything, don´t ever forget it

I keep my gun everywhere I go, I never forget it
"And why your Sprite so pink?" I got Promethazine in it
"Why you drive your car nervous?" I got dope all in it
I custom made a cross from the money I made
I threw nickel bands of crack, I should´ve been in 12th grade
I ain´t make my auntie´s funeral, I ain´t never forget it
I know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me

I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit
Two hundred pounds of kush, I´m tryna sell that shit
My migo said fuck it, he gon´ mail the brick

Soon as I get my hands on it, I´m gonna sell them shits
Young Scooter makin´ juggs on them bales and shit
And we ain´t gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich
Everything we went through man I can never forget

I´m the nigga got your sister on the mollies and shit
You can tell I ain´t the same cause I acknowledged the bitch
I´m drankin´ on my lean, I swear to God I would quit
My auntie was a fiend, I used to serve her a hit
I´m thankin´ God today that she don´t smoke it no more
I made so much fuckin´ money I put a safe in the floor

We got traps in every hood, I used to serve out the stove
I still own the chopper and the old .44
Stick ´em up, hit ´em up, get it and go
We got bags full of cash that we ready to blow
Hittin´ licks every day, nigga go sell dope
Them Jewish lawyers and accountants, that´s the life that I know

I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit
Two hundred pounds of kush, I´m tryna sell that shit
My migo said fuck it, he gon´ mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it, I´m gonna sell them shits
Young Scooter makin´ juggs on them bales and shit
And we ain´t gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich

Everything we went through man I can never forget