Lyrics

[Intro] Isn't it ironic, all you wanna do is smoke chronic [Hook] You better get up, get out and get money Get money, get money Get money, get money Get money, get money Could spend your whole life tryna get high Get high, get high Get high, get high Get high, get high If it ain't nothin' else you get from me Get from me, get from me Get from me, get from me Get from me, get from me Could spend your whole life tryna get by Get by, get by Get by, get by Get by, get by [Verse 1] This for them niggas who be lookin' for a handout Yeah he used to be a standout Now he ain't got a pot to piss in Prolly cause his plans didn't pan out The type of nigga, if he see your weed layin' on the table He'll prolly take a gram out And they always talmbout How they own the hood, nigga this is Uncle Sam's house Man, all they do is shoot dice He already got two strikes Flex a nigga for like two pints Mixed it with the Mountain Dew, he don't do Sprite "Listen young nigga, man you're too bright Are you ever gon do right? Before I do 20 years I'll work a 9 to 5, sit back and have a cool life Ah I get it, y'all don't think it's cool to have a job Fuck what these rap niggas talmbout Ain't nothin' cool bout the mob My nigga Trey robbed a Mexican Now the cartel shootin' at his car All for a necklace And a couple pair of shoes at the mall Smokin' all your weed up Fuckin' up your re-up Mad cause the girl that I'm with Got a 43 butt and a B cup Boy you're still stayin' at your mama's house You won't even help your mama out Now you're at your baby mama crib And she even got you sleepin' on the couch [Hook] [Verse 2] Okay Niggas in the pen fuck with me Cause I'm tryna keep they sons out of prison Grew up with some real hitmen That'd put James Bond out of business Pullin' wisdom out my gums like a dentist Same joint on a mission, kept a gun in detention I was wrong for my decisions That I made when I was young cause my dumb intuitions now It's become an epidemic Way beyond white supremacist and they come with no witness now It's your own homeboy Snitchin' in his deposition so the judge cut his sentence down You've been gone for a minute now Shit, where's all the women now? It's funny how y'all didn't work out Suddenly she all into bitches now Shawty it was all good When he was buyin' all the red bottoms But truth be told You the reason why the Feds got him To take care of your little spoiled ass Before the shots you was sorta bad You couldn't even afford a bag Before the cash he was lower class You ask him for a stack, he give you more than that Makin' plays, runnin' routes for the quarterback All in Virginia with the Georgia tags Somethin' like Russell Simmons and Kimora had Thought it was real but it was monetary Won't even put no money on his commissary If your homegirl a ho, you an honorary Waitin' on allowance from a nigga, broke bitch [Hook]