CoAstal Shit (feat. Erv100 & Joe Fresco)

Gotta lots of shit to lose Even more shit to gain Throwin money in the air watch fall down like rain Grew up in the game so a nigga gone play If you ain't neva risked it all sorry you just can't relate While you waitin on the bus We on the way to the bank Got 10racks on the line can't afford no mistakes Package touchdown errytime let my folks know We straight Buss it all down hit the streets and get paid Tell my girl I'm coming home late picking up cake Dinner on my plate Know a G gone eat Never sleep cuzz da money on creep When you hear two beeps come out front to the jeep Brown paper bag under the passenger seat Leave the bread on the floor homey see you next week Hit my nigga jiggy Joe what's goin down on the west coast Let a nigga know holmes Same shit on my side Playin shit low key but still tryna high side Couple things bubbulatin but often the game gets Suffocating like eatin biscuits from Popeyes Careful swimmin in these bitches they'll try to drown ya Catching plays in the endzone they wanna down ya And to ya pockets just continue to sock it Cuz when you broke Even the homies try to clown ya These days I'm just putting in the work So for a verse I can holla out 3k On these tracks with my team running it like relays Sportin fly shit in the game like E-A Goin hard for da paper Reppin for da playas Callin plays like a coordinator Gold rangs diamonds shinnin and figaros Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows