Intro

I blew a bag up in the store then another on my son Pay the cost to live this life, I blew a racker just for fun I gave some rackers to my mum, she got a rapper for a son Coolie baddie wanna come, I blew her back out in the sun My outfit looked expensive, now they're workin' out the sum 'Member days I was on the run for the stabbing that I done Fed raided out my drum, didn't even find a crumb Got this Cali in my lungs, I'm reminiscin' on my ones Get money, f*ck bitches F*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches Don't let me spin it and get wicked F*ck around and get your head back lifted Young nigga gifted but don't get it twisted It ain't my fault that I took a man's missus He don't fit in, he a real life misfit They don't wanna risk it for a biscuit I grew up in a ghetto, this is real life rap They don't know about the ghetto, it's just real life cap You ain't a real life man, you're a social guy I do it real life, I ain't a social type On cars or bikes, tryna out man's lights Now it's nothin' but lights when I grab that mic Makin' racks off rap, I made racks off packs In the space of a year, got about ten plaques Get money, f*ck bitches F*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches Don't let me spin it and get wicked F*ck around and get your head back lifted Get money, f*ck bitches F*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches Don't let me spin it and get wicked F*ck around and get your head back lifted Look, this music shit you got goin' on It don't come around every fuckin' day When a motherfucker like you make it, we all make it What if I don't make it? Listen, I told you how to get into the drug game Now I'm tellin' you how to get the f*ck out You don't have a record deal? Then go out and get one But you're not goin' back on the block Get money, f*ck bitches F*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches Don't let me spin it and get wicked F*ck around and get your head back lifted Get money, f*ck bitches F*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches Don't let me spin it and get wicked F*ck around and get your head back lifted