[ Featuring Freddie Gibbs ]
Let's toast to that, yeah
I gotta' make a toast for all my real niggas out there, man
All my niggas in the jail, man, we always think about you, bro
Keep your head up high, for real, for real
'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (free Vonte)
Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig
But we with you, you feel me?
Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that
Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that
God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that
Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?
Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Shawty talk crazy, we in all black
We in black mask, all my niggas strapped
Ayy, man, let's toast to that
We been gettin' money from the jump (from the jump)
I came through, felony inside my trunk, ayy
Before rap, niggas been about them guns
Before rap, niggas been on these chumps, ooh
I don't how we posed to fake all the funk
Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that
Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that
God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that
Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?
Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that
F*ck your bitch, and I take her on trips
But ain't no postin' that
I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold a bag
One partner cut every seven grams soda, that's good crack
I mix it up with B-Tweezy, my nigga
Vitamins good for my geekers, my nigga
The blow Trader Joe got that organic dope
And a hunnid packs stuffed in the freezer, my nigga
We dumpin, and drop it out
Bussin' packets like Pitbull, we poppin' off
I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw
Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm above the law
Nigga, f*ck the law (nigga f*ck the)
I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that
Made a couple million, can't let a hoe get close to that
I told papi to rock it, one lock and I sent that coca back
I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold a bag
Tryna find my next story never meant so much
Invices never cared about my age either
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the story goes the same, the family
And only I, can be the teacher in the end
