Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish)

Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit’ it, ya bish? (Ya bish)

Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive)

From nine to five I know it’s vacant, ya bish (Ya bish)

Dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (Like rappers do)

Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool (They wasn’t cool)

I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros)

Then Usher Raymond “Let It Burn” came on (“Let Burn” came on)

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish)

Park the car, then we start rhymin’, ya bish (Ya bish)

The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind)

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs)

You lookin’ like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish)

A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish)

And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew)

Go at a reverend for the revenue

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doin’

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

(The one in front of the gun, forever)

And I been hustlin’ all day

This-a-way, that-a-way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade

And that’s just how I feel

Nah, nah

A dollar might just fuck your main bitch

That’s just how I feel, nah

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with

That’s just how I feel, nah, nah

A dollar might just make that lane switch

That’s just how I feel, nah

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich

That’s just how I feel

Dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (Like rappers do)

Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school)

You know, “Big Ballin’ With My Homies” (My homies)

Earl Stevens had us thinkin’ rational (Thinkin’ rational)(That’s rational)

Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish)

Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish)

Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head)

He said one day I’ll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish)

That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won’t be the same)

A Louis belt will never ease that pain (Won’t ease that pain)

But I’ma purchase when that day is jerkin’ (That day is jerkin’)

Pull off at Church’s, with Pirellis skirtin’ (Pirellis skirtin’)

Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish)

Hopin’ all of ’em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish)

They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of gold)

And we gon’ crash it when nobody’s home

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doin’

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

(The one in front of the gun, forever)

And I been hustlin’ all day

This-a-way, that-a-way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade

And that’s just how I feel

Nah, nah

A dollar might just fuck your main bitch

That’s just how I feel, nah

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with

That’s just how I feel, nah, nah

A dollar might just make that lane switch

That’s just how I feel, nah

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich

That’s just how I feel

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!

Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!

Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!

Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!

Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!

Imagine Rock up in them projects

Where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings

Liquors spillin’, pistols poppin’

Bakin’ soda YOLA whippin’

Ain’t no turkey on Thanksgivin’

My homeboy just dome’d a nigga

I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine residue

Every day I’m hustlin’

What else is a thug to do

When you eatin’ cheese from the government?

Gotta provide for my daughter n’em

Get the fuck up out my way, bish

Got that drum and I got them bands

Just like a parade, bish

Drop that work up in the bushes

Hope them boys don’t see my stash

If they do, tell the truth

This the last time you might see my ass

From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut

Them serpents lurkin’, Blood

Bitches sellin’ pussy, niggas sellin’ drugs

But it’s all good

Broken promises, steal your watch

And tell you what time it is

Take your J’s and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is

In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees

Dreams of me gettin’ shaded under a money tree

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doin’

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

(The one in front of the gun, forever)

And I been hustlin’ all day

This-a-way, that-a-way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade

And that’s just how I feel

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K’s Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man is on one, he feelin’ good as a motherfucker. Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin’, too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin’ good. Look, listen to him!

K’s Dad: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, ’cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, ’cause of that big ol’ fat ass

K’s Mom: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin’ off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back!