Neva Sold Weight - Philthy Rich, Lil Blood, Joe Blow

Cause niggas out here dying every day

I just keep my strap on me and my money straight

But you wouldn’t understand if you ain’t sold weight

Nigga you ain’t never trapped out no trap house

Slept on the floor with the roaches and the rats out

You ain’t never rolled behind that black gate

When the block was slow we brought it back by selling 2 for 8's

What you know about that pineapple coke

In the drought, we the only niggas outside selling dope

Instagram, broke his wrist daily in the dope vine

Hitting it with the skert, making sure we keep the fattest rinds

Locked the hood down, we has junkies watching every corner

They gone scream highwater every time they see the rollers

Nigga tell me what you know about the trap house

We really had them goons out front, posted with the mac’s out

Check a real nigga out though

There’s rules to this game you better abide by em

Broke niggas ain’t up in it they just sidelinen

Up in the Bay you rep the Mob or your LiveWire

Me and Ray gon' get rich or we gon' die tryin'

I ain’t never left the state and I ain’t fly with pounds

G-lock wit a ladder when I ride around

Shit for tech up in Seattle 75 a ounce

Tell the lean man slide through and ima buy him out

Bitch know she made a band after four dates

When I sold weight was making bands on a slow day

Niggas dying every day just like the song say

Never faking, fuck you if you taking it the wrong way, nigga

You ain’t never sold weight where your ice at

Pink slips and shit lil nigga been coppin whip

I been selling weight but know I’m a lash kid

One button car park itself now I’m the nig

Fell out wit a nigga (?) knew a lie

I ain’t trippin bury his ass you try to hit the spot

We on four five strap that’s that mecka block

Any nigga run up I swear get them nickel shots

I fuck wit Keesa and Lil Wee they gon' go for me

Just knocked a black bitch in Sac she gon' hoe for me

Rest in peace Jacka, we keepin' 2 K’s

Claiming other niggas just rappin'

Swear they ain’t with the blazing

I was funking before rap you better learn your facts

He told on you, you told on him, you still labeled a rat

I rep my hood in ever song I put it on the map

Rest in peace my nigga Jacka he tatted on my back

My nigga Dame came home he did ten years

More touched down in January he did ten years

(?) in a halfway house my nigga halfway out

Now JBay locked up because a nigga ran his mouth

Nigga you ain’t sold dope on one corner

How everybody from your hood snitching but you condone it

Nigga I was in the kitchen 36 whippin'

You wasn’t in the house before the streetlights you gotta whip it, pussy