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[00:24.30] Me and my niggas tryna git it, ya bish

[00:32.31] Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' it, ya bish

[00:35.69] Home invasion was persuasive

[00:38.56] From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish

[00:42.06] Dreams of living life like rappers do

[00:45.83] Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool

[00:49.05] I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros

[00:52.29] Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on

[00:55.55] Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish

[00:58.54] Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish

[01:02.55] The only thing we had to free our mind

[01:05.54] Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs

[01:09.05] You looking like an easy come up, ya bish

[01:12.05] A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish

[01:16.05] And that's a lifestyle that we never knew

[01:18.55] Go at a reverend for the revenue

[01:20.80] It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

[01:24.55] Pick your poison, tell me what you doing

[01:28.30] Everybody gon' respect the shooter

[01:30.80] But the one in front of the gun lives forever

[01:34.80] (The one in front of the gun, forever)

[01:38.30] And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way

[01:41.80] Through canals and alleyways, just to say

[01:44.30] Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel

[01:51.30] Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feel

[01:55.55] Nah, a dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel

[02:02.30] Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel

[02:09.05] Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel

[02:15.04] Dreams of living life like rappers do

[02:19.29] Bump that new E-40 after school

[02:22.54] You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies"

[02:25.79] Earl Stevens had us thinking rational

[02:29.30] Back to reality, we poor, ya bish

[02:32.05] Another casualty of war, ya bish

[02:35.55] Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head

[02:38.80] He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish

[02:42.05] That Louis Burger never be the same

[02:45.80] A Louis belt will never ease that pain

[02:49.05] But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking

[02:52.30] Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirting

[02:55.55] Gang signs out the window, ya bish

[02:58.80] Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish

[03:02.29] They say your hood is a pot of gold

[03:05.80] And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

[03:07.80] It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

[03:12.05] Pick your poison, tell me what you doing

[03:15.30] Everybody gon' respect the shooter

[03:17.55] But the one in front of the gun lives forever

[03:21.30] (The one in front of the gun, forever)

[03:24.79] And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way

[03:28.29] Through canals and alleyways, just to say

[03:31.04] Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel

[03:36.04] Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feel

[03:42.54] Nah, a dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel

[03:49.29] Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel

[03:56.05] Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel

[04:01.56] Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!

[04:05.05] Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!

[04:08.30] Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!

[04:11.55] Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!

[04:14.80] Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!

[04:17.55] Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!

[04:21.54] Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!

[04:24.80] Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!

[04:28.04] Imagine Rock up in them projects

[04:30.04] Where them niggas pick your pockets

[04:31.55] Santa Claus don't miss them stockings

[04:33.55] Liquor spillin', pistols popping

[04:34.79] Baking soda YOLA whipping

[04:36.80] Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving

[04:38.30] My homeboy just domed a nigga

[04:39.80] I just hope the Lord forgive him

[04:41.55] Pots with cocaine residue

[04:43.29] Every day I'm hustlin'

[04:44.80] What else is a thug to do

[04:46.30] When you eatin' cheese from the government?

[04:48.05] Gotta provide for my daughter n'em

[04:49.79] Get the fuck up out my way, bish

[04:51.54] Got that drum and I got them bands

[04:53.30] Just like a parade, bish

[04:55.05] Drop that work up in the bushes

[04:56.29] Hope them boys don't see my stash

[04:58.29] If they do, tell the truth

[04:59.54] This the last time you might see my ass

[05:01.55] From the gardens where the grass ain't cut

[05:03.79] Them serpents lurking, blood

[05:05.05] Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs

[05:07.54] But it's all good

[05:08.30] Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is

[05:11.29] Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is

[05:15.04] In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees

[05:18.55] Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

[05:21.35] It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

[05:25.30] Pick your poison, tell me what you doing

[05:28.54] Everybody gon' respect the shooter

[05:31.30] But the one in front of the gun lives forever

[05:35.05] (The one in front of the gun, forever)

[05:38.30] And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way

[05:41.79] Through canals and alleyways, just to say

[05:44.54] Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel

[05:49.29] K's Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house man. This man, on one, he feeling good as a mother fucker. Shit, I'm trynna get my thing going too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feeling good. Look, listen to him

[06:11.29] K's Dad: Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass. Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass

[06:22.54] K's Mom: See he high as hell, shit, and he ain't even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back

[06:27.55] K's Dad: Did somebody say dominoes?