[Hook:]

Now this ain't a song, you can workout on

This a song, you could cook your work on

Yeah dog, cook that snow

Bag that dro, gon get your do'

This ain't a song, you can workout on

This a song, you can cook your work on

Yeah homie, gon get your mail

But watch your back, you might wind up in jail


[E.S.G.:]

Yeah first off, pay attention to this

I feel bad, when I'm talking that negative shit

Here we go homie, whip game no doubt

36 going in, 78 coming out

Microwave hot, doing three at a time

Don't believe me nigga, you ain't been on the grind

Do you wanna make one, they all 28

26-27, boys get it straight

Rule number one, no new clientele

Leave no residue, and wipe your scale

I'll prolly go to hell, for talking bout this

Niggaz don't listen, to the positive shit

I gotta give it to em raw, new world order

Young babies found, dead around the water

Don't sell dope, cause it's bad for your health

When the money get low, we contradict ourself


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[E.S.G.:]

Locked down, like Nick or Robert James

So much time, it make you go insane

So much money, can't go on a plane

So much work, they can't know your name

You need a A-list, alibye

Think it's the 80's, this the FBI

Creeping in your house, watching your spouse

Got a rat in your cap, but I ain't talking bout a mouse

Talking bout the kind, that'll point you out

Bring the alphabet land, to your baby mama house

Plant bugs in your couch, read your house

Going through your papers, when you take the trash out

But don't watch me, watch the police

They the biggest gang, that's supplying the streets

And then they blame we, for our community

And grant that snitch, straight immunity


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[E.S.G.:]

Came back home, just did ten

This a true story, about G with the Benz

Got my homeboy, straight life sentence

Name's been changed, to protect the innocent

This one thang, we fall victim to

The mighty green dollars, straight be calling you

Bathen-ape, you gotta get that shoe

Bentley jeep too, you gotta have a new coupe

Now you candy red, living on the edge

Bills piling up, can't afford to be scared

Not knowing all the time, your connect was a FED

Now you never coming home, till you old or dead I say


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[E.S.G.:]

Nick Scholts, hold your head up

Robert James, hold your head up

E.D., hold your head up

Ke-We, won't you hold your head up

Everybody in the FEDs, hold your head up

Everybody doing state time, hold your head up

All my boys locked down, hold your head up

East Coast-West Coast, let me see you hold it up

Midwest, hold your head up

Dirty South, gotta hold your head up

Yeah, won't you hold your head up

Boys wanna see ya, dead or fed up


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