Jigga Flow

Lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA] DZA Y'all done pushed the button again Ski, uh I ain't gon' wait for a lil' bit Second time, nigga, kush god Right [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Everyday I wake up I say a prayer Thank the Lord for the fact that nigga here Round of applause, got a lot of work to spare Transactions bring that paper upstairs Gotta make sure all that money there I don't play when come to them onions Take them ones to the bank, I need hundreds No fives and tens, I don't want it I ain't trying to be a bastard But coming with straight Benjis made the counting process faster I'm a trapper, weed dealer My everyday watch is a Sea Dweller I see cheddar Going for the gusto with no regrets on what I could've been I put it in, ringleader of the shadow government My last rap check I bought pounds of good This next one's to get my moms out the hood She working to pay the bills and I'm working to have a chill 'Til then I'm playing the field tryna get this chicken for real [Chorus: Smoke DZA] Shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We all tryna win, but then again Ambition turn to anger And there you have it, best friends turn to strangers, uh Shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We all tryna win, but then again Ambition turn to anger And there you have it, best friends turn to strangers, right [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] I let it go and let my chips stack My man got caught for some work, but we ate better off the get-back It might as well have been gift-wrapped The number one rule, don't leave no work where your kids at 'Cause it's the hustle gang, these streets ain't right Stash in another crib and keep my heat up high Road to the riches to the top of the mountain Say, "Goodbye," to being poor, say, "Hello," to accountants Cop my bitch a big Birkin and some kush and Loboutins Shout out to that scale that helped me weigh out them ounces Watch out for the leeches and groaners Wave-riders and hoes that come over sober with ulterior motives Weed out the fake friends Shit be all good when they in That's your man? Tell him, "No," for something, see then Shouts to the cats that expect nothing from me Different number, same jersey, uh [Chorus] Shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We all tryna win, but then again Ambition turn to anger And there you have it, best friends turn to strangers, uh Shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We all tryna win, but then again Ambition turn to anger And there you have it, best friends turn to strangers, right [Verse 3: NymLo] We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing So we could cop coupes, remove roof, poof ceiling Fresh off the stoop, ten inch boots, God willing A nigga see tomorrow, dodging tips that's hollow Yeah, I drink a lot, but never pride swallowed Gripping on my bottle from the home of the Apollo You could wear the wire while I move like Marlo, harpo Was what a nigga pushing for as I cook the raw Shit, you could tell, nigga, look at me then look at y'all Keenen Ivory Wayans, I'm low down, dirty shame Pay attention and you'll get just what I'm saying, huh Coming of age as I'm stuck in my ways Where I'm from, to get your name rung, you gotta keep your handgun Can I live, nigga? Is you friend or foe? I live by these three words, money, cash, hoes, it's Lo [Chorus: Smoke DZA] Shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We all tryna win, but then again Ambition turn to anger And there you have it, best friends turn to strangers, uh Shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We all tryna win, but then again Ambition turn to anger And there you have it, best friends turn to strangers, right