Cheap Work - Retch

Fast Money Fuck Ya Bitch Gang, nahm sayin?

RIP my nigga Yams, Finesse The World man

Making the World work for you

You not working for the World, you know?

Get with it or get ran over by it

Tryna stay clear of these weirdo niggas

You bleed too, I don’t fear no niggas

Jack ring off of work, it’s like I don’t rap

Sold packs, way back when niggas was getting their coats snatched

Right on the stairs, third floor, but I live on the fifth

Had the coke bags for the twenty and I was selling piff

Had this one connect, we used to link in J Hood

'Til he started shorting me grams, you know that ain’t good

Called 'em up like, «yo I need what I need»

Linked up, put the shotty to his cheek

Nigga give it up

(Give it the fuck up nigga, we need everything)

Fuck you thought this was?

(I want the shoes too nigga, I want the shoes too)

Stupid nigga, uh

On the block like I ain’t just did two tours

You want it cheap, got some shit for the 2−4

I copped 4 then my plug throw me 2 more

Might hit the dealer then pull up in that 'ooh Lord'

You like downers, we got options you could choose

Settle for the percs, some xannies and some blues

My lil nigga Dustin did it in a weekend

Discuss your life over tea at a meeting

Should he go or should he fucking go

Slide on the crib, knock knock, you wasn’t at the door

Kick it down and do whoever in the fucking house

Run the pockets of the bodies then we fucking bounce

Then pop a bottle, it’s a celebration

Nigga call up Morimoto, place a reservation

Nigga your life got no value

Have 'em do you for like 50 percs and like 10 valiums