Tinted Windows

I just be trying to educate my niggas, can't bulletproof the whip So we getting tinted windows Chilling on the block with my Glock In the villa Some like the 40 man i like the 9 milla ​ Too much pregame, too much drink, too much weed to much dope I get caught up a lil bit when I'm dealing with hoes I go to spitting my game yeh I be letting em know Yayo nigga yeah I do what I want Running the city you got the ass that I want I ain't worried bout ya rep, all I want is the dome And I ain't worried bout ya set, man a nigga gone roam Too much pregame, too much drink, too much weed to much dope I get caught up a lil bit when I'm dealing with hoes I go to spitting my game yeh I be letting em know I do it for my homies I do it for my bro I do it for my niggas locked down needing dough I do it for the bitches wait not the bitches Cause this song for my nighas getting digits We want the riches f*ck the fame And if the money come between us we was never homies mane And if them bitches come between us We was never homies mane I'm just talking up some game Most of these new niggas lames What happens to the rules, man no rules in this game Getting more than ya homie He in ya pockets Counting what you spend Boi that nigga watching Man I remember that we dreamed up days like this On the crate Rolling dice eating chips Now that we older fucking all these honey dips Can't let the plans fall to waist side tip Staying off the scene ain't tipping on the strip Stacking up dough so we can write another script Choose another scene, gotta make another flip Pour a lil out before I take another sip One Time for the city that made me, raised me, a young baby ​ ​I just be trying to educate my niggas, can't bulletproof the whip So we getting tinted windows Chilling on the block with the Glock In the villa Some like the 40 man i like the 9 milla Too much pregame, too much drink, too much weed to much dope I get caught up a lil bit when I'm dealing with hoes I go to spitting my game yeh I be letting em know Yayo nigga yeah I do what I want Running the city you got the ass that I want I ain't worried bout ya rep, all I want is the dome And I ain't worried bout ya set, man a nigga gone roam Too much pregame, too much drink, too much weed to much dope I get caught up a lil bit when I'm dealing with hoes I go to spitting my game yeh I be letting em know One Time for the city that made me, raised me a young baby Taught me to never leave it on safety, it's crazy, a young baby Home of them hurricanes carry the heat Where that choppa gun talk never seen Defeat Never seen Defeat Where that choppa gun talk never seen Defeat ​ All of my niggas from the city Head high ain't holding no pity Boi it's still crazy in my city ​where that choppa gun talk never seen Defeat Never seen Defeat Where that choppa gun talk never seen Defeat All of my niggas from the city Head high ain't holding no pity ​It's a thin line between wins and losses Inches add up in this game of life often One wrong turn might get ya lost quick Fallen over the ledge once false step Better learn the game Rules to be played If you wanna be the man Know the situation time and place Hold ya brakes before you give off actions Cause once that hammer hit they throw life right at ya