Anything

For a dollar bill people will do anything

They'd rob and steal for a dollar bill, any will

Let's go sit back and let the beat ride a lil' bit

Let a motherfucker hear what its suppose to sound like, ya dig

Yeah, I'm from around the way

I slung about a ounce a day

I'm living proof you ain't got no excuse

If it was there, it ain't got shit to lose

Them older cat would chuck a **** fronts

Would rock it up and smoke that shit in blunts

For tennis shoes, we was getting fools

We caught you slippin', we would get at you

With no respect, fuck a **** set

We shot it up and murdered his connects

Whats yours is mine for a dollar sign

I blame the grind, I was outta line

I'm reminiscing on what **** did

For big rewards, you took a bigger risk

They say what comes around will go around

And when you least expect the shit be goin' down

Gotta get it how I live

That's how the streets raise me

And for that paper most **** do, anything, anything

A silent dude, so that's how I move

I'm a street made nig

Not tryna lose, so I gotta do anything, anything

They called it murder in the first degree

And it was then that it occurred to me

This was some inside shit

That was your friend got hit, huh?

They know all about the stash spot

Knew where the money was and cashed out

You got the nerve to act like you don't know

When all the while you steady getting more

Just remember dude be watchin' you

I spared your life the day they shot at you

'Cause if I didn't, they was coming back to finish off your ass

You were walking dead, it's a fact

You slimy **** play the game wrong

Get popped, can't do they time

So they sang songs

I turned the game on

Watch the Nicks play

I sent them shockers at your ass 'cause you bitch made, ****

Gotta get it how I live

That's how the streets raise me

And for that paper most **** do, anything, anything

A silent dude, so that's how I move

I'm a street made G

Not tryna lose, so I gotta do anything, anything

Real **** in your presence

Money couldn't change me past or the present

Homie, I'm the essence

Tote a Smith and Wesson

Eyes hella tiny, in the hood is where you find me

Out here with the grimy

Bitches wanna come up

**** slangin' snow packs

Nose runnin' from 'em

Let you get your mind right

Homie on that weed, though

Baby, on them molly whops

Blinded by the weed smoke

We come from them streets ho

I stay on that ignant shit

Ain't nothing about me weak, ho

Always game to stop a bitch

And stomp a bitch, and stomp a bitch

Gotta super boxin' game

So I prefer to punch a bitch

Mission accomplished

Put me up against whatever

I am bustin' it

A ****'s born hustlin' and tustlin'

And strugglin' and musclin'

Just making you aware

Who you fuckin' with