I-10

Put points up don't get backed up Niggas talk shit gon' get shit bagged up I make my own hits I'm gon' get me this dough Family 'round me boy you don't want that smoke I'm still on that hood shit I still want the hood rich I still want my family straight I'm still tryna' make an escape You still on that bullshit? Still smoking gas I'm lucid Still got a pack and I'm moving I'm here like what is you doing I'm getting lit on a Tuesday I'm always under influence I'm always under a fluid a liter Like this is my calling my choosing I'm smoking with music make a few after the movement Chillin' with shawty we groovin' Passing the z's like I'm snoozing I want that and that So Imma flip it Imma go ahead and get another pack No need to cap My life is already a fact Roll through the hood while I'm rolling up On something fat You know we want that money baby You know we always hunting baby So Imma go and get that get that