Mission Statement

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey, before you take them on this ride with you. Just know you gotta show these motherfuckers. You gotta show them what is that shit is that you get. This ain't no fucking rapper, this ain't no artist. You a movement, (Diamond Lane) you the struggle, you the vibe. You're Chachi, baby. Now start this bitch. Oh, and um, It'll all make sense by the fourth quarter [Verse] Chachi! Niggas choose a dumb dollar over smart pennies If they don't see the strings attached, don't mean they ain't any If you ain't took a loss, then most likely you can't feel me Had it up, I'm one hundred, that's two fifties - always Unless I'm dealing with this bitches 'Cause handling the real ain't really in they intuition Baby mamas included, take heed 'fore you be sorry One of mine fucked the homie, another one fuckin' robbed me From industry roles to eye level with Glocks Survived time after time, like watches chasing the clock, Chachi Still standing, still 3-5-4 banging Till my numbers in the rafters, look at 3-5-4 hanging 'Fore I'm done I'ma have the world 3-5-4 banging Bad bitches 'round L-A bet I 3-5-4 banged it Yea, dick swinging on another level Y'all niggas angels acting like the fucking devil Had some deals on the table but I backed out Counted mills on the table 'fore I plaqued out Had a three-way with your girl, yea, we maxed out But I don't remember shit, boy, I blacked out Bird told me before I go I gotta teach him something If it ain't brought about no change, then its all for nothin' Duckin' range, homies killed, shit it's all for nothin' Diamond motherfucking lane, shit it's all or nothin' Staying tall at Jabbar, we don't fall for nothin' We let these clown niggas be clowns, we just sit and watch We got ours out the mud, we don't know no stoppin' And put our backs against the wall, you gonna hear them shots Drak Drak, got me walkin' with my cash out Pull up drunk, fuck your girl like I'm fresh out Pick my youngin' from the county, boy, he fresh out Public defender tried to screw him but he straight now Mind tickin', politickin' on another million Everything is about precision, youngin' sit and listen Don't get high and make decisions, when you on your mission My last nigga that didn't listen doin' life in prison She got me sick, I need to heal up Feel it in my stomach like a sit up Niggas all said I fell off, oh, I needed that Yea, say ol' boy took my spot, well I need it back Fuck, whats happenin? Don't make a nigga count a hundred thousand out Don't make me start fucking niggas hoes again Don't make me start running up on niggas with mirrors Makin' it easy for niggas to see how hoe they is I ain't playin' nice wit niggas for no rap verse And I ain't actin' like I like you for no rap verse Must I remind you niggas, I was in the trap first And I ain't get thrown a P, Bro I push stacks first Sole survivor's in my blood, check my DNA [?] in a skirt I'll be a okay My new bitch body bang like an 808 Stay with that heat, 2-2-3's Bape NMDs Diamond freeze, cold world needed heated seats These fucking streets will turn a yee into a fucking beast Still got a thang for cute bitches wearing buns Freak pretty hoes and every bitch that's 'bout they funds My girl fucked a real nigga now she hate lames Still with my day ones, can you say the same? Nigga, can you say the same? If you can't you got to live knowing you to blame Chachi, nigga