630 (feat. RUNXGUN)

Big money advances, throw racks in the jail penitentiary chances Uh, f*ck em all, f*ck em raw Uh, short nigga but the money tall I'm involved, even if I was deaf I hear money talk I evolve, from posted up on the steps of my boulevard Hardy har, laughing at niggas before I pull they card Watch you sniffing, all of your coalition get pulled apart I need a large house, backyard, a hundred yards VVS diamonds, shine bright like a hundred stars I'm the boss head, honcho, the one in charge Pussy nigga, run up, you a runner, you ain't up to par You made a lil' 50, can't spend that in a day 18k, yellow gold, like lemonade Stand down and leave your army with a man down Still the best since 30 Most my homies are parolees and robbers Or they posted a robber I might run around the ring like Tatanka You fuckin' with G, put one in your spleen The son of a queen, my stuntin' is mean Homie, uh, see my hustle ain't luckin' out You talk it out, I couldn't understand what you hustle bout A bucket counts above a ounce, so shuffle it out What the f*ck you bout It's time to have to hustle through droughts Without having to doubt You can't get paid in a earth this big There's earths to dig You niggas don't deserve to live But I'm wavy, I got surfs to give I got nerves to give And the church has got hurst to give Nigga, I need new ones, I bleed blue blood You fuckin' with G, you gon' see two slugs And you gon' need a new mug Doggy, I stand down, it's a man down Im still that nigga's 630, hands down Do your business right, let me attend to mine Younger days, I be pullin' ten Spendin' nine baby steps Step on stones, avoid a crazy death And many thought this shit was a game Avoid the same regrets Gabble up my freedom for fuckery frontin' some crazy bets Never crapped out, this shit I won't rap out Lotta niggas do dirt and go sit in a glass house Like a 50 cal hollow, can't figure that glass out This higher learning configure this class out Call me professor, no lectures Lesson plans for the go-getters Who know better, but did different due to cold weather See no measures, that's too vicious Ruben Carter, your casa Blow out your windows, hit the lamps down Flood the facility, watch your mans drown Clear it out, take the last zip or the last pound That flip sturdy, 630 nigga, hands down