Lights, Camera, Action

(Jay) Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in (we finna tuck 'em in) I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this But don't think I'm not in the field, still pulling skits Big Benz sliding through the set, I love to drag race Niggas love to speak on the gang, but be in last place Louis V Chucks on my feet like I got bad taste Had to get the belt to match the socks 'cause they ain't have Bape Big bread, bust down the bag, I need a fucking M If you ain't talking 'bout a lot of bread, then we can't fuck with them You wouldn't dare to mix your Wock' and Tris and drop a Perc' up in it My mind playing tricks on me, but the strap, it got like twenty in it Hollow points, I'm quick to bang it out, I make it hard for niggas Say I'm phased from this thug life, it kind of scarred a nigga Fell to the bottom of the pit, was left to starve with niggas But the same Jay ones I starved with made it hard for niggas Flag a nigga down, I'm out the window, that's a flatline Better have that strap in your coupe because I got mine You ain't never with me at the apartment to confine me Then slid to the opposition side and try to box 'em in (Jay) Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in (we finna tuck 'em in) I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this But don't think I'm not in the field, still pulling skits Hop on the road and get that bag, that's what a young nigga into Up on the block where it's hot, you got your Glock? I got my shit too That nigga homie died, his mama used to hold box of tissue That nigga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue And if I put that bag up on your head, my young niggas gon' get you Remember pushing in them Hondas, now a nigga need a Benz coupe That nigga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue Hop on the road and get that bag, that's what a young nigga into That's what we into Mmm I'm so sick and tired, so sick and tired for real Ain't no sympathy for the other side for real Felt a lot of pain, now I live in sorrow Where I'm from, you pray that you see tomorrow Catch an oppa slipping, hollow tip his backside He a Baby Stone Gorilla and he love the gang slide Just pulled out walking on that mainline Nigga, we ain't playing ball, tell the opps it's game time If a nigga shoot his shot, would I miss you, bae? Would I wipe that nigga nose just like tissue paper? If I see you kissing faces now, you gon' fuck me later Mix the uh with the uh, now I'm high like an elevator Tryna stack a hundred hundreds, tryna stack that paper Tryna touch a big bag, rather take later Told her these Givenchy shoes, not no Chuck Taylors Told her we just friends now, we can fuck later (Jay) Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in (we finna tuck 'em in) I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this (Jay) (But don't think I'm not in the field, still pulling skits)