gibbs had a dope verse then face came on and showed it's levels to this.
If money was the root to what the evil is
Is it mandatory for me to live?
I hustle harder than the next dude
Remember, everybody is out to get you
nikkas don't respect to live and let live
So I pack a .40 caliber cause that's how shyt is
Out here, no fear, fukk feelings
Trigger man rule, that's the art of drug dealing
I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling
No new friends, don't wanna talk about old business
Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness
With a bytch so thick she can't take no dikk
Imagine working grave-yard shifts
Bossman steady talking that shyt
A million a day is for minimum wage
Work a nikka like a slave 'til he put him in his grave
Fred, I’m on the same page
