Street Scriptures

It's Us Can't play 'bout the mula you know what it come wit' Power, Pain, Profit shit you can't even run wit' The way this shit goin', whole gang finna die lit Know it's only us so no label can't sign it We came from nothing now we posted in Tracks I had to shed tears, I wasn't born wit' these racks I'm tryna stop sippin', hope I don't relapse Sip expensive Codeine you can tell this shit stamped Die 'bout your niggas don't worry 'bout my camp Chase the money all day, I still can't get no cramp Mama think I pimp hoes, only 10's on my roster These nigga's gon' hate, they not tryna see you prosper Young nigga turnt they gon' try f*ck my bag up He took that shit back and put the white flag up Ball in my hand, this some shit I can't pass up No you can't get no Act if the money don't add up Mama think I pimp hoes, only 10's on my roster These nigga's gon' hate, they not tryna see you prosper Young nigga turnt they gon' try f*ck my bag up He took that shit back and put the white flag up Ball in my hand, this some shit I can't pass up No you can't get no Act if the money don't add up