(feat. Daisy)



[Yukmouth: one long verse]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

October 18th '74, the year I was born

A young nigga ready for war

It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure

I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw

And I'm the advocate, crackhead, in '86 we started having shit

Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages

For my cousin, making twenty off a note

But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope

And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always fucked around with the big pushers

I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus

Throw me money for tennis shoes

I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels

Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school

I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze

Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real niggaz do

I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell

And Little D, I'm balling niggaz from my projects I listened to

I keep it real with my interviews

I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the village dude

I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed

Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty?

So a pistol whip and rob niggaz

What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot nigga

But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly

Like the whole block locked, I live lovely

And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer

with the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla

That's why I say it's in my blood cuz my father was a thug

With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga!

We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta'

La Costra Nostra nigga!