[Camden:] It really be like that, think I’m leaving the trap but I’ll be right back There’s no gettin’ free from that when you see how the cash can easily stack Got me on a leave like that, I just gotta come back, there’s no time to nap You ain’t never leaving that, it’s G’s for the cash and stacks into racks
[Ard Adz:] They’re talking the ting but I’m doin’ it This is my hood and I bill it, then U-ing it Hop on the stage with that track and a boot in it In the TT, and the two, it got two in it Gucci, Nike, Fendi I’m Louin’ it Ruin it, I’m in the trap it got ruminant Open the cupboard, the hammer and broomin’ it I’m not a crip but in Bricky I blew in it
Man I need dollars, dirhams, pesos And I need pounds and sterlings When I was mad broke I went ballin’ I was in the field running ’round like Sterling Catch a man London lurkin’, burn him [?] ting from Berlin Wife’s got a B like that Took a break but I be right back It’s Dirty
[Camden:] It really be like that, think I’m leaving the trap but I’ll be right back There’s no gettin’ free from that when you see how the cash can easily stack Got me on a leave like that, I just gotta come back, there’s no time to nap You ain’t never leaving that, it’s G’s for the cash and stacks into racks
I hear them talking, talk is cheap Five bricks a road, done ’em all in a week Wonder why I get no sleep? I’m in the gym more times than I eat I don’t get no time for me I’m on the streets, I grind, repeat Minding my business, I’m minding you speak Fuck bitches, my life’s for the P’s I don’t sleep I got eyes in my dreams I ain’t an actor pretending on scenes Add a bit of this to a little bit of that Mix a bit of magic with a little bit of chat And whip that shit up, like bring it right back I’m bringin’ in cash the way I’m bringin’ in fax I’ll bring it right back because they pingin’ off packs Yeah, it really be like that
Since I was young, I mastered the plan I do what I do and I do what I can My shot work can keep on workin’ You never know when the tables are turnin’ Shit can get hot so quick like it’s burnin’ So don’t tell me that I didn’t earn it I was a young kid servin’ the circuit Jumpin’ in the line like a scene in the circus
It really be like that, think I’m leaving the trap but I’ll be right back There’s no gettin’ free from that when you see how the cash can easily stack Got me on a leave like that, I just gotta come back, there’s no time to nap You ain’t never leaving that, it’s G’s for the cash and stacks into racks