Salute

Lyrics

[Intro] Waiting on my home boys homecoming Riding in this motherfucking Benz, all alone getting high with my chrome on me Thinking about Sharder, why he had to leave We were high school home boys, another fatal tragedy Busting my ass tryina make my future brighter [Verse 1] Cause thinking about the past only drive me to get higher And I swear my flow of cash remind me I'm getting tired But when I think about them M's I swear to God I get excited, Lord I'm still double parked in that Chevy bitch From Brown sub' to Belle Harbor, burn heavy bitch Niggas hatin' but they broke just like ' Alex Serra is my motivation to get hella rich 'Cause all I hear is numbers, boy, I'm on some next level shit Highly inspired, just getting by I can't settle with Rose newer moon, Cali knew he had to let me in Slippy in my phone, baby, wanted me to rap this shit They say I work hard to hide, nigga If any nigga in the field of my grinding, I'mma slide nigga Street sweepers and modified pistols Sinner hitters and niggas been a part of my credentials Cheap, busting ammunition that we buy by the bulk Come here and listen to one of them niggas trap me a soul Highly sophisticated blunts that I show all my troops And all I ask for in return is a general salute [Hook] Salute, salute Salute, salute [Verse 2] The same monster they created, the same one they gotta fear Going harder than any motherfucker without a deal Let me be the one to stay the shit they repping out the crib They ain't even for me, you whip whoever doesn't name you Bitch, I'm date all the way, ain't no fucking doubt about it That gay shit they tryina pull ain't no way I'mma allow it Jock niggas ain't tough and y'all niggas ain't about it So I'm here to call you bluff and deuces I handcuff you You got some dollar, then come shopping, I'm charging if you ain't my partner Quit your talking, bitch, I'm rolling and all the niggas should follow And I was just told that my bitch now at the station Full investigation pertaining to some gang shit They just wanna shine some bad light on a nigga And use me as example for the up and coming killers But I don't know shit about shit mister officer You the last person on the planet I be talking to Besides, drive-bys ain't my style, bitch, we walking up Life out the mafia and ain't no fucking stopping us We all made niggas and we all getting cash Only grind for real shit don't fall in your lap That's why I can never hate on a nigga that's making moves I'd rather link up with him and take it to the moon I keep it 100 and I swear to tell the truth And all my real niggas that hold me down, this is my salute [Hook] Salute, real talk salute Salute, salute Salute, salute Salut