[ Featuring
Harry Fraud ]
Uh huh
And y'all wonder why niggas ain't like me
Huh, keep wondering
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Yo, my bitch doin' her
I was somewhere stressin' on that bunk
My shoulders bare hurt the worst
And it was only for eight months, damn (real shit)
Put that on my seeds, caught cases you wouldn't believe (won't believe this shit)
Went to war with the DA in tailored suits, no fatigues, uh
My daughter gettin' older (uh huh), I spent half her life in prison
I spent the other half bagging white off the dishes
We strike hard, got life scars in this life yard pretending
The plug said, "When it gets cold, buy your wife more Chinchillas", uh (ah)
That's right, I saw you in the shadows, we was spade poppin' (you was looking, nigga)
You was in a group of rappers with the fake watches
This the flow that got my side of the state poppin'
The trap small but it jump like Isaiah Thomas (uh)
I'm getting letters from the legends in the federal pen
Doing eleven, down seven and just getting settled in (ah)
Uh huh, yeah, I'm hood now and I was ghetto then (still the same)
It's been a while since they wanna see a felon win
I used to ride with a hundred-twenty grams of food on me
Now I'm in Versace, and got twenty bands of blues on me (blues on me)
You gotta look out for your brothers, better cherish homies
'Cause for bein' real ain't no metal ceremonies
I'm cool with this, shit, I was comfortable with raw
Trays you pick up when your family dysfunctional as ours
Got a bitch that run the streets (uh huh)
And got one that know the law (uh huh)
I had your bitch all in love with a thug, quoting songs, uh (quoting songs)
That's right, cocoa on the sink, cocoa on the plates (on the plates)
Now you got Benji's in your pocket, poker on your face
I'll put you on your feet, but just know your place
'Cause we got cocoa on the sink, and cocoa on the plates, let's go (nigga)
Ah (ah, ah)
(that's how you gotta talk to 'em)
Cocoa on the sink, dope on the plates, nigga
(You know I'm talking to the hustlers, man)
