Yeah
(Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off)
(20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock)

I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people, they won't get no peace
I'm trickin' niggas out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxin' niggas out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea (yeah), don't think shit is sweet (yeah)
Thottie don't you peep, shooters in the street (yeah)
Shooters on the corner (yeah), shooters where you live (yeah, yeah)

You better believe that you get money then they goin' to get ya (you better believe)
You better believe that they were blind but they gon' see, yeah (yeah)
You on the grind, so it's time to feast
You try to teach 'em soundin' like you preachin' (yeah)
Even though you speakin' everything from the streets (alright)
Everyday you thinkin' 'bout puttin on your piece (uh-huh)
You drive a fast car, used to beat your feet (uh-huh)
Fucked a lotta hoes, they were times when you beat your meat (uh-huh)
Lookin' out that window, only thing you can see
Is a fine CEO nigga tryna make it free (uh-huh)
You bangin' these street, you tryna make sure you free (uh-huh)
Gotta stack that money these niggas wanna live free (uh-huh)
Gotta get that money, you niggas wanna still eat (uh-huh)
No handout, nigga, if you know me (uh-huh)
Don't teach me nothin', not no OG (uh-huh)
Learned my mistakes when I stepped through these streets (uh-huh)
I do some shit that I can't come back from that shit ain't me (Uh-huh)
You know I get no sleep, I whack these niggas for the checks (uh-huh)
God said, "Thou shall not kill", but I gotta eat (uh-huh)
I don't got no lick right now but I gotta lick fee (uh-huh)
Imagine if he was a opp, what he gon' do to me? (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna make it back to the fam, man, I gotta see (uh-huh)
It's gon' be you or me

I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people, they won't get no peace
I'm trickin' niggas out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxin' niggas out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea (yeah), don't think shit is sweet (yeah)
Thottie don't you peep, shooters in the street (yeah)
Shooters on the corner (yeah), shooters where you live (yeah, yeah)

Pull up in the 'partment (uh), we ain't PDE (uh)
Servin' out the 'partment (uh), used to be an arson (ooh)
Rollin' like the carter (yeah), pull up, place your order (oh)
Drop the chicken in the grease and then it get harder (uh-huh)
Serve your mama, father, big rock spoiler (uh)
Sellin' nothin' but glasshouse, trappin' twenty-four (uh-huh)
This is the cash out
Pull up, collect my money like I work for a Brinks truck (yeah)
Hold my paper, ain't choke a nigga, I gotta slap you (yeah)
This .45 Glock get active (yeah)
And don't try to run 'cause you know I got some accuracy (yeah)
I don't wanna kill or murder 'bout it but don't play with me (yeah)
If I have to drop a body, it come 'bout the principles (uh-huh)
Then I gotta smoke a lotta weed, feel like Mystikal (uh-huh)
Gotta duck off at a hotel, hope they don't tell (uh-huh)
If you real, you can relate to me, it is oh well (uh-huh)

I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people, they won't get no peace
I'm trickin' niggas out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxin' niggas out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea (yeah), don't think shit is sweet (yeah)
Thottie don't you peep, shooters in the street (yeah)
Shooters on the corner (yeah), shooters where you live

Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
Let a nigga take somethin' from me, that ain't for real
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Delvin Northcut, Mahd McLaren, Quantavious T. Thomas