[Intro:]
Wait my whole life to do this mothafucka up.
Weed and Courvoisier, and shit.
Nigga been waitin' to get a Alchemist beat
Since I bought «1st Infantry» and shit.
[Chorus:]
What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches,
Hangin' with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention.
[Verse 1:]
I didn't know I knew him for years,
Who would think his gums were soft?
To all my niggas I would die for,
Load my pistol up, go out and war for,
Spend my last, you keep your half, we all poor,
No way to go, I'll walk you through my front door.
My ninjas do the same, see when we was younger, you were my mane,
Nigga, I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand,
Puttin' my life up in you hands, pointin' your finger like, «Damn!»
For really, though? We was just sling oxy
Like a year ago, you knew my sister, though,
Auntie, cousins and my uncle Joe,
Cuz, you hit my dro, see, my nigga, you's a ho.
Remember those Cheerios, Ninja Turtles
On my grandma's floor, I'm like for sure Donatello.
Catch you on the rebound, you bound to drizzound,
Grave lounge where you sit down, what goes around comes arizzound,
The sky is up and hell is low,
Keep your mouth shut, bet he won't tell no more.
[Chorus:]
What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches,
Hangin' with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention.
[Bridge:]
Bitch ass nigga.
Fuck yo ass comin' from?
Fo sho!
Bitch ass nigga.
Who the fuck you on the phone with?
Aw, shit!
[Verse 2:]
Started around the bottom, ended up at the top,
Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock.
Did what I did, who woulda knew you was the cops,
Talkin' all on the phone to your homies about a plots, got me up in the box,
Thought that you was my nigga, ya got your scentence reduced,
‘Cause you told them that I pulled the trigger, and I was lookin' out for you.
Tried to show him just how we do, put all my shit aside, now I'm through,
Figured that I would keep it crippy, this what this real nigga get me,
Locked up for like a century, while you get chances of a Bentley,
Fuck my old bitches while I beat my dick plenty.
My shooting finger itchy, but I hope somebody get him, but probably not,
Shit, I ain't sweatin' it, cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped.
Can't get over how we was tough as leather,
Man, we did everything together, fucked our first bitches,
And earned our first cheddar, robbed the first nigga,
Was down for whatever and I'll blast till forever,
If we had to, but it's all cool.
[Chorus:]
What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches,
Hangin' with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention.
[Bridge:]
Bitch ass nigga.
Fuck yo ass comin' from?
Fo sho!
Bitch ass nigga.
Who the fuck you on the phone with?
Aw, shit!
[Outro:]
Started around the bottom,
Started around the bottom, ended up at the top.
Don't let these niggas know your plots
Word. Q!