40 Lower River - Redway

Yo, my niggas been doing this shit since day one

I’m still here with my day one, all ya niggas just

Comin' around acting like we know you son?

We don’t know you my nigga

We been going through your hood taking your bitch

And bringing her back this shits like tic-tac-toe

I swear to god (He he he)

Talk to 'em

Steady kickin' doors I got my foot in (Yeah)

Back when niggas told me that I couldn’t (Remember that?)

I’ve been laughing from the penthouse

No PR, blogs on deck, how’d I get out?

Niggas who would diss me wanna get down

Me and Deez like now

Boulevard, yeah we signing all the breast now

You got a stamp from the best out

Hit a line, if you nose then you knows

Get a whiff cause you know that my niggas bouta blow

Who the fuck want what?, who the fuck want what?

Let her suck then cut, now the bitch gon' hold a grudge

Really new name gon' be Moses when I flood shit (wait)

Who would help me build better really loves swims

Deep in, I don’t when I float

I swear I’ll never choke, I’m a goat

Let me glow nigga

Like back in the day when I see mans

You weren’t even hailing mans tho

Are y- I’m not hailing you up with your fake handshake!

Freaking giving me a bottle I’m not drinking out your bottle!

I’m not chilling witchu smoking your blunt

Dawg I’m off of this man, I don’t fuck witchu

Straight (You a wasteman.)

I see these niggas and their pictures

From the club, every week, on the same shit

They live the life and got the ice, but pay for pussy

See to me that’s really lame shit

I’m in an Echo pullin' up and get the same bitch

You just to pull up in a Range sick

Like get my nigga, this here all is for the same bitch

I’ll be that same cheap nigga when the fame hits

I’ll let that money work for me and keep payment

I fuck my BM, that’s on some Kane shit

But now looking right at me and set to train it

Since then I value all the blessings when the pain hits

'Cause theres niggas who lost it all tryna make this

It’s well done when I’m knowing that the stakes stick

It was never about being street, nigga I’m concrete

Cement house on the beat

Living cracks when we speak like

We’re not even trying to do a ting no more

We’re not even trying, we’re doing the damn ting

That’s it