Lyrics

True ting, true ting, true ting
Yeh
Yow, yeh
We wid it
Dem know dat we wid it
I got dreams dat want fulfillin'
Money tall just like three buildings
Real livin' (Murda)
Cup empty, I refill it
Spliff just done, I rebuild it
If dat pussy good girl, I gon' revisit
This ain't no Chinese Physics
From corporate to street livin'
Fuck around di food, get your head lean wid it
Ain't no Jet Li in it
Dem know dat we wid it, we wid it (We wid it)
Yeh
What can you do?
Tell me, what can you do
Anytime Alfahz come fo you?
Dem know dat dem time up fi true
Dem try but can't hold dung di yute
Dodge every trap dem set dung fah you
Stick pon a high medz jus like glue
With more ice pon mi neck than a drink from Halo
Mek money, mek money, put it pon loop
Let people know dat's di right ting to do
Dis girl tellin' me she want di pipe
Next one, she just waan blow di flute
Pinehill Dairy, I got di juice
Want one a Perry boys rise up fi true
If dem diss at 3:45
Dem drop dead at 3:42
This just in
We have a report that Haleek Maul has just landed in
True, true
Dem can't come 'round 4th Avenue
My vibe is so damn absolute
Only drink brown', don't sip Absolut
I grab di loot, dem grab a noose
Get rich quick then write off the coupe
Best call a truce or jump off the roof
Who send ya?
He gone get light up too
Why you wanna act brand new?
Why you wanna rock brand name?
'Cause you ain't got no juice
And you don't drop no flame
And your bitch thought so too
But I won't drop no name
I'm in the back smokin' gas (Uh)
And all a dem burnin' bush
Crush dem
Dust dem
I know that I can't trust them
But I still show 'em love
Despite the repercussion
Despite the game we play
We came a long ass way
Dawg, you might know my name
But I am not the same
Written by: Jacoda Clarke, Kyle Reid, Malik Hall
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