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[Intro] Listen [Verse 1] Shootouts are on the daily These are my roots like Alex Haley Sippin' Irish Baileys with my man Israeli said he got some AK's he could sell me And he tryna tell me with the plan he got that we all'll be wealthy He parked down on Chelsea's Pier in a 4-Shelby He said when I get near, just to text his celly And I'm feelin' kinda weird like Sincere in Belly, yo (What up, my nigga, I'm on my way right now) I hit his line and hе ain't hit me back, but he sent mе his location, so I knew right where he was at Pulled up on his car, he hopped out, threw the work in the trunk He said, "Meet me the same time, same place next month" We start choppin' it up, he took his cut, I took my cut (Yeah, that shit shitty) He hopped back in the car, and he threw the peace sign up [Interlude] Yo, peace, my nigga, I see you same time next month, you already know Listen [Chorus] Yeah, we ran it up a couple hundred band a month You sittin' on a bench, my niggas standin' up They know it's us when they see them foreigns pullin' up Yeah, them niggas hatin' but them bitches wanna fuck, they see us glowin', what? Yeah, we ran it up a couple hundred grand a month Some niggas was hatin' but real niggas was linkin' up Coppin' that work and rein'-up, word (Yeah, we got that work right now, son, I'm pullin' up) [Verse 2] A lot of shootouts, relationships shatterd, houses shot up Niggas out here fuckin' up that product My man in for a B, and he cheffin' narcotics Boy, it's a brick in the closet, couple sticks, it's only logic See me OT with them bricks in a Honda And a tank full of piranhas, eatin' at Benihana's I'm tryna move a thousand pounds of that ganja And sit on a mountain countin' my commas, like the Dalai Lama I only deal with men of honor Last night they killed an informer, let off shots and then they spinned the corner I got the work, they even sent his fam a warnin' He didn't listen so now his family mournin', yo [Interlude 2] Word, son And they left that nigga right in front of his mom's door steps, son Yeah, killed the nigga right in front of his mom's house, son, shit was crazy [Chorus] Yeah, we ran it up a couple hundred grand a month You sittin' on a bench while real niggas is standin' up They know it's us when they see them foreigns pullin' up You know what's up Yeah, we ran it up a couple hundred grand a month Some niggas is hatin' while real niggas is linkin' up Coppin' that work and rein'-up