LEARN LYRICS

And, babe, I love you, but I gotta make this money
Hustling like a runner to live like a kilo dealer
Yellow pill, point-ten Homer
I don't even have it on me, I'm surrounded by gunmen
They talk behind my back, but I always find out
I trust nobody, only babe and the mailman
Cars with no plates, dressed in black
All my diablos are factory, without being pepero
And if we head out, these b*stards don't head out
Because everybody knows that we're on and I really live it
With all my crazies
Bro, we're equals
And if we head out, these b*stards don't head out
Because everybody knows that we're on and I really live it
With all my crazies
Bro, we're equals
I'm talkin' Lamborghini love, Aventador adventures
Far from the sticks, nig**as spendin' now in the trenches
My Amiri theories, get the Dior shipped off
Then when I come through the door, she wanna suck on your ball
I put her in elite sh*t, no weak sh*t, snowflake Van Cleef sh*t
But if she leaves, she can't keep sh*t
Keep this, I'm not the one these h*es chat out
They trippin', what's that 'bout?
I'm thinkin' why these nig**as go that route
Man, that's how it go
Can't be sayin' you be slidin'
And you ain't down to slide when you f*ck with me
That's how we roll
We gon' see when we collide
If you nig**as outside movin' properly
And if we head out, these b*stards don't head out
Because everybody knows that we're on and I really live it
With all my crazies
Bro, we're equals
And if we head out, these b*stards don't head out
Because everybody knows that we're on and I really live it
With all my crazies
Bro, we're equals
Nig**a, I'm all iced out, I'm all priced out
If 50 reaches for the strap, that's click-clack, lights out
Laughin' to the bank like 'ha' when I cash out
These b*stards take shots, then I see them hugging it out
Dear God, watch over me, watch over me
And all my people when I'm not around
That if something happens to them, if something happens to them
They know that I'll step out, they know that I'll step out
They know that I step out like a cat just left
The magazine holds fifteen and a dozen more fit
The bills are blue and only hundreds
Playing smart, that's why I carry my piece
And if we head out, these b*stards don't head out
Because everybody knows that we're on and I really live it
With all my crazies
Bro, we're equals
And if we head out, these b*stards don't head out
Because everybody knows that we're on and I really live it
With all my crazies
Bro, we're equals