And we just do it naturally
We never like really plan
Just like, "Yo, bruh, you know, I got this line"
He's like, "Alright, I got this line" (hundred percent)
And before you know it, we got a whole record, you know what I'm saying
It was never like planned for us just to go back and forth
And naturally, we come up with that shit
We turn into one motherfucker when we go in there

Huh
When I was young, moms made us read Psalms and Proverbs
Now I only say a prayer 'fore I buy birds
I was right out after time served
Steady hand while that nine stirred, most hustlers got calm nerves
These niggas follow me like wise words
I gave bags with strings attached like dry herbs
Shootouts, entertainment and crime merged
It's hard to describe terms, I can't explain it with kind words
And I'm a monster, the apex type
Spend five of your paychecks with an Amex swipe
Bitches ain't shit, so I live a safe sex life
My next kid, I'm gonna get a DNA test twice, huh

Uh, I only talk in body language, y'all's be verbal
A boss gon' read the room like the Wall Street Journal
All I needed was a small referral
Now I got a doomsday
Two million cash buried stashed in a four-feet barrel?

Where the hunnids? 'Round 'em up
We ran through this town enough
To the hood, I'm coming back
Plug that money counter up
I was down but now I'm up
Was just a diamond in the rough
You know grinding is a must
Let's plug that money counter up (yeah)

Now if you see me with a bitch, then this my newest one
And she don't get shit but dick and chewing gum
If I put a flame to it, it melt quick as aluminum
You tripping laying on a brick, you wouldn't know what to do with one
Huh, and y'all know what my music done
Help 'em navigate through the slum
Show 'em how to get to and from, huh
'Cause I was on a foolish run
And realize a black lawyer is just as good as a Jewish one (uh)
And the jealous friend is a foolish one
In prison for months
Settled in like a monk, a Buddhist one
He moved tons, but dude was dumb
Went from pies to a crumb, you can't give shit to a bum
They should've cut off Judas tongue
No keys or combinations to the safe, gotta use the thumb
So much work in that motel, we buying out the floors
And if the trunk ain't big enough then we gonna hollow out the doors, ah

Where the hunnids? 'Round 'em up
We ran through this town enough
To the hood, I'm coming back
Plug that money counter up
I was down but now I'm up
Was just a diamond in the rough
You know grinding is a must
Let's plug that money counter up