I'm saying, that's what this is all about right?
But as long as we leaving thieving, we'll be leaving with some kind of dough.
One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created.
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain, vein, money maintain though.
Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash.
Niggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds.
I switched my motto; instead of saying "fuck tomorrow".
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks.