I Aint Goin (feat. Trouble)

Goin' back to bein' broke

I had roaches in my crib

God bless (God bless)

Sticks and seeds all in my smoke (My smoke)

Holiday Season (Holiday Season)

I ain't goin' back to bein' broke (Not me, not me)

I ain't goin' back to bein' broke (Not me, not me)

I ain't goin' back to bein' broke

I had roaches in my crib, sticks and seeds all in my smoke

I had **** jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat (Ever had to gloat)

Eviction notice on the door (Door)

My bed was on the floor

Oh Lord, I ain't goin' back to bein' broke (I ain't goin' back)

Wake up, goin' trap was all we know (Wake, goin' trap)

Make a couple racks, go get some more (Make a couple racks)

Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke

Woke up, snatched my pistol out the couch

**** just robbed the connect

Get your shit, we gotta bounce (Get your shit)

We was almost grabbin' P's

We was gettin' it by the ounce (Oz)

So I took a trip down south

We put up enough to get a house (Uh)

Shit got hot and we got out

Back up top, I need a block

Pooch get cooked, just need a pot

You say you got work, I don't need it now (I don't need it)

I'm in a drop and I'm speedin' (Skrrt)

Talkin' police, I don't see them now

I got the Glock for no reason (No reason)

It's hard to tell who be schemin' now (Schemin' now, schemin' now)

I ain't goin' back to sellin' smoke (Not me)

Goin' back to sellin' pills

Loaded weapon in my coat (.45)

Now I'm somewhere in the hills

Private jet, Givenchy clothes

Need some Fronto, I could roll

Oh shit, I'm countin', got me cold

(Ice cold)

I ain't goin' back to bein' broke (Uh-uh)

I had roaches in my crib, sticks and seeds all in my smoke

I had **** jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat (Way back)

Eviction notice on the door

My bed was on the floor

Oh Lord, I ain't goin' back to bein' broke

I ain't goin' back

Wake up, goin' trap was all we know

Wake up, goin' trap

Make a couple racks, go get some more (A couple more)

Holiday Season (Holiday Season)

Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke

Aye, pulled 'em in the back and post it

Slums is where I come from

Rats and roaches, Henny toastin' ease the pain to keep calm (Well yeah, I get it)

I picked up the pistol 'fore I ever seen the package

Turned up by the streets and then I went turned out the snakes

How deep is that, I'ma tell ya

Pop was always in and out

Same way as my trap, yeah

Doors swingin', **** bangin'

That Forty sit on my lap, I don't need your ho

Put fan love verse in

Be about your paper

Never thought you'd see my Bloods united, thuggin' with all these neighbors

We're talkin' Crips (Yeah)

Real drip

Whenever you see Scoob, I'm talkin' never (Yeah)

Will I ever be goin' back?

What I'm used to, I was so broke (Yeah)

Roam at home, I had shit by my lonely on it

If I was born in slave days, they had to stone me

I'm so rebellious

Fuck **** jealous (Huh)

They always have been, I'ma tell you

My ****, I'm tellin' you (Uh-huh)

I don't fuck with has-beens, I save ya

Young **** save ya

Anything we have been

With beef, I bring the flame

I guess I'm trappin', no failures

And when I save ya

You can ask my best friends, I'm ridin'

On bronze out Bentley (Ride)

John Gotti henchmen

I was slippin', I was fallin'

But a **** got the fuck up (When I was struck)

Thank you God for my hard times and God, it's all love

Lord, I ain't goin' back to bein' broke

From The Dirt Entertainment (From The Dirt Entertainment)

I ain't goin' back to bein' broke (Bein' broke)

Comission (Comission)

Lord, I ain't goin' back to bein' broke (Bein' broke)

A Life Team (A Life Team)

I ain't goin' back to bein' broke (Bein' broke)

It was our pleasure (It was our pleasure)

Karma 2 (Karma 2, Karma 2, Karma 2)

Love (Love)

I swear to God this shit don't get old (I swear to God this shit don't get old)

Go get dem bags, **** (Go get dem bags, ****)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha)