I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo I put her on the road with the work Told her: "hold that first, I'm gon' cash out, get mo'" Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida' If a ***** want funk, throw him in the trunk Burn him up, pass my lighter Smokin' on killa, straight casualties In your **** like Mickey and Mallory A pimp *****, ***** *****, yeah, I gotta be A broke ***** **** with my allergies (Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you These ****** and these hoes can't stress you A sack of the good, rollin' the wood, ain't no pressure I got money on my mind, **** is on my line Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time 'Bout to smoke it right, pourin' up a pint Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time Smokin' and ridin X3 The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets You checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be His cup full of pink, mines full of brown And you know that's us coming down the block when you hear that sound Right now I'm smoking with Gibbs but girl I'm thinking 'bout you Then I smoke some more with Problem too And when we done smoking, I'm tryna get to you, baby, baby Smokin' and ridin X 6 Half a zip of that cali-flower Every time I write rhymes in first class New Rollie on, that's how I define hard times Long way from them drive-bys Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers Bougie party need a fifty plus I'm bring ratchet hoes and all drug dealers R-N-S, I love ******, almost more than I love **** Body shots, I see bloods bleed Once you return to hood they say "blood leave" That's how they show me they love me I thank 'em now that I smash off Drop some bread in my cash vault Then hit the block and drop a half off Smoke with me, roll it up Money stacks getting Kobe tall My young ridder hit his first lick We celebrate even though they roll Dream drug keepin' me calm Stay focused on what I need to do I'm the one, there's no need for two I breathe the block, you bleed the truth Smokin' and ridin X9
[00:06.43]I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo [00:10.86]I put her on the road with the work [00:12.66]Told her: "hold that first, I'm gon' cash out, get mo'" [00:14.76]Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida' [00:18.16]If a ***** want funk, throw him in the trunk [00:20.17]Burn him up, pass my lighter [00:21.75]Smokin' on killa, straight casualties [00:23.30]In your **** like Mickey and Mallory [00:25.16]A pimp *****, ***** *****, yeah, I gotta be [00:26.86]A broke ***** **** with my allergies [00:28.58](Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you [00:30.80]These ****** and these hoes can't stress you [00:32.66]A sack of the good, rollin' the wood, ain't no pressure [00:35.63]I got money on my mind, **** is on my line [00:39.67]Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time [00:43.34]'Bout to smoke it right, pourin' up a pint [00:46.86]Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time [00:50.45]Smokin' and ridin X3 [00:57.66]The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets [01:02.43]You checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be [01:11.24]His cup full of pink, mines full of brown [01:19.23]And you know that's us coming down the block when you hear that sound [01:26.01]Right now I'm smoking with Gibbs but girl I'm thinking 'bout you [01:29.93]Then I smoke some more with Problem too [01:33.70]And when we done smoking, I'm tryna get to you, baby, baby [01:40.66]Smokin' and ridin X 6 [01:56.35]Half a zip of that cali-flower [01:58.10]Every time I write rhymes in first class [02:00.50]New Rollie on, that's how I define hard times [02:03.38]Long way from them drive-bys [02:05.19]Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers [02:07.10]Bougie party need a fifty plus [02:08.86]I'm bring ratchet hoes and all drug dealers [02:10.87]R-N-S, I love ******, almost more than I love **** [02:14.19]Body shots, I see bloods bleed [02:16.25]Once you return to hood they say "blood leave" [02:17.81]That's how they show me they love me [02:19.67]I thank 'em now that I smash off [02:21.57]Drop some bread in my cash vault [02:23.33]Then hit the block and drop a half off [02:25.22]Smoke with me, roll it up [02:26.95]Money stacks getting Kobe tall [02:28.87]My young ridder hit his first lick [02:30.61]We celebrate even though they roll [02:32.47]Dream drug keepin' me calm [02:34.18]Stay focused on what I need to do [02:36.14]I'm the one, there's no need for two [02:37.70]I breathe the block, you bleed the truth [02:40.12]Smokin' and ridin X9
