Toast

(앨범: Famous Again - 2013)

A lil' skinny nigga, call me underdog
Hanging with my partners, parking out expensive cars
It's funny how the rock could change a nigga life
Went from sleeping on the floors to mattress, fucking overnight
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties
100 G's to the preacher, should've seen his eyes
My aunty cry every time when she see me strapped
But these lil' niggas will kill you, life is just one trap
Keep my pistol cock homie, I don't fuck with cowards
Took my bitch out the hood, here's a million dollars
Put my trust in God and I love haters
'Cause every time they talk shit, nigga, I get paper
Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends
Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in
Bias calls this shit last year, man, this shit funny
Real niggas that turn bitch behind a lil' money
I thank God for my partners, my nigga Joey
'Cause when I was hurting he ain't talked shit, he said pitch and throw it

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Road enough swisher to this real shit
Still praying for the patience not to kill shit
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit

It's the untouchable, grew up on a hostible
So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck with you
Tie you and your bitch up then hop in the truck with you
You die on your way to the track, the knife stuck in you
This next ball for Rihanna, I'm fucking you
Gangsta hit it doggie style with Chris Brown bumping through
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pie, sold dope
Drove Rraris, parked Masis, crooked on Appalachian slopes
Hey yo Peter, you ain't seen a nigga like this be
But these auto memoirs are the go rope, Hollywood ever then the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker, my conscience for a logo
Ice tea and them bricks, I've been fucking with coco
11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a GI Joe
Birds spotting boatload, that bitch life and a show cold
It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Old Show
Yeah, ain't no limit to this real shit
Master and them P's says 12, it's time to kill shit

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Road enough swisher to this real shit
Still praying for the patience not to kill shit
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit