Gotta buck for a Sweet
Throw the guts in the dirt
My eyes are bleeding from drinking liquor and smoking purp
Thinking back to the good old days
Gotta little got a lotta little fire in the woods
Looking at the cops taking over the block
Like you better give me back my neighborhood
Vanilla vodka mixed with cranberry
That’s what I used to drink
Everything happened for a reason, huh?
That’s what I used to think
But then *******t changed over it changed from the bad things to the good things
My old friends on some new *******t
I mean just the other day my phone rang
On the other end was my old best friend like Sam what’s happening, my G
I know *******ts about to pop and when *******t pops you still gunna be ******* with me?
Still gunna be coming back around? Still gunna be ******* with the town?
Still gunna be a little funny ass white boy, Sammy Huckleberry Lachow?
When I said
“Nothings gunna change, same shoes, same hat, same hug, same dad
Nothings gunna change, same block, same bass. New stage, same mic.”
And we gunna ride for the town cause the town raised us
Maybe money changed the city, but it never changed us…
And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride
And I promise we gunna try try try try
And we gunna ride through the town with our ******* rolled up
Can’t nobody tell us nothing cause your boys grown up
And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride
And I promise we gunna try try try try
Ten bucks for the cream
For the flux on the turf
My feet are freezing from running this *******t
And selling work
Thinking back to the good old days
Got a lot going never getting tired of the juice
Crooked little cops taking over the block
Like you better give us back our neighborhood
They riding around my side of town
Locking *******s up, Shooting *******s Down
Riding around making it look like
Got white people walking their dogs now
College kids running they jog now
Gang unit, cops wanna hop out
My young little *******s still pu*******ng that quarter all day and night like they locked out
I’ve been on, been rich, been out ******* with you *******
Been out getting my money right, now coming back to this music
I doos this for the 206
That black umbrella true *******t
Went from a cartel to a brothel, to a business, to a movement
And nothings gunna change same shoes same strap
Same hook, same gat
And nothings gunna change same block, same stripes. New ???, same mic
And we gunna ride for the town cause the town raised us
Maybe money changed the city, but it never changed us…
And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride
And I promise we gunna try try try try
And we gunna ride through the town with our ******* rolled up
Can’t nobody tell us nothing cause your boys grown up
And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride
And I promise we gunna try try try try