歌詞
Ain't no ghost writer but i got some niggas that be fiendin' hits
Pokets gettin' fatter so you know i keep on gettin' chips
Gotta zip it up
If you wanna keep up wit the zip
357 or a brick
I be causin' flips
Gotta keep it clean so you know i never fuckin' slip
Music sellin like it's fuckin dope the way it's causin' trips
My shit sticking out, haters can't even get a grip
They can't even skip
Proof is on my fuckin' pay slip
It's gettin' out of hand
It gets lonely on the stand
I'm still runnin' up them bands
One day feet will be in sand
Solo