IMB 007 - I-95 NORTH(FREESTYLE) Lyrics

Gotta move at a steady pace , hell nah we can't be late
Close ya eyes while I'm open the safe, we finna move at a steady pace
I'm finna introduce you to the plug hell nah we can't be late
Give a f*ck bout what you thought first impressions is everything
You got a clip don't let it hang, cmon nigga use ya brain
They got big ass guns leave the hole same size as a wedding ring
Our goal is to get the shit and comeback the motherf*cking same
Hit the town and let the fiends taste that f*cking tang
Once they get addicted, niggas make it f*cking rain
Money comin' in, you just gotta stay focused
Man, this shit ain't no magic, this shit ain't no hocus pocus
I can't trust these niggas as far as I can throw them
These niggas got that work though, I can't even hold em
So we gotta work with em, first they act up, get em
Stay up on my P's and Q's, just make sure I ain't trippin
Bro, it ain't no slippin', my trigger finger itching
So Ion know how this gon' go
But I know I'm on go, heart racing as I walk to the door
Lookin' at lil, bro, tryna make sure he ready to go
I gotta trust him, he ain't no ho, tryna make It clean so we can go
Knocked three times in a row, big black nigga with a gun
Open the motherf*cking door, he like come in
Aight, we took a step in, looked around the house
I had to do surveillance, I look at Brody, he ain't locked in
He lookin' at a bitch, I had to tap his
Shoulder like come on we ain't here for that shit
Stay up on you, come on nigga, lock it bro
Bro, stay up on your shit man, you know what we here for
We ain't here for no ho, nigga we here to make that dough
He looked me in my eyes, like you know I got you bro
And he took us to the back, with a pool and a bar at
He sitting at the bar, I think he got a shot of jack
I walk up with my hand extended, you know I'm tryna get the pack
That nigga pointin' to the seat, no greatting or no dap
Im like f*ck it, it is what it is, this shit straight biz
Papi know what it is, I made Shawn Kemp off of Jason Kidd
And no you can't f*ck wit the kid, you f*ck wit the kid
I split your wig and papi, know that shit
That's why he keep givin' them packs, cause I'ma throw that shit
How quick that shit, get out my hands
I exchanged the work for some motherf*ckin' bands
And put those f*ckin' bands on top of somemore bands
Re up nigga, do that shit all over again
Making hella money that's why Im tryna put on my friends
I-95 north a have me back home in advance
Chris got the Waze app, cops don't even get a chance
Chris got the Waze app, cops don't even get a chance
Continue on I-95 north to Paterson, New York
Finna be back in town, I'm finna pop just like a cork
Don't gotta change the gears, I just put that bitch to sport
Im finna touch down, with the pack, feel like I scored
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Use the right lane to take exit 57B towards downtown Paterson