[Chorus 2X: Mic Geronimo (Royal Flush)]

It go one for all my people in the pen doing time

Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin crime

If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar

(Makin Moves y'all, Makin Moves y'all)



[Royal Flush]

I'm going thru the levels of hell, where life get token by a drug sale

Weigh ya grams on ya scale, holdin block for real

Shootin niggas out to kill, savin money for bail

While the takes make ya squeal, beat you down til you ill

It's a struggle muthafucka, when you walk wit ya steel

While the base heads lookin for someone that deal

While my Ryan died tryin to eat his last meal

Seen it come and go, many succeed, but some bleed

Goin day by day, carryin works like a disease

Do you get the picture, the basic fact, why we strapped

While little kids kidnapped, and cars get jacked

Bring it to a man that could never help you wit that

I'm on the road to the riches, bitches countin my stack

Keep the red eyes, and shootin bullets back to back

Hypnotize smokin la, sometime it feels like pipe

I gotta get mind, you gotta get yours, by all cause



[Chorus 2X]



[Royal Flush]

That's why I sit back and smoke my reefer listen what the Gods teach ya

Fuck a preacher, holdin guns'll great ya

Streets make it hard to survive, so most die

Some niggas is paralyzed, catchin slugs in they spine

Do the mankind, holdin my nine, commitin crimes

Sometime my mind relax, leave the block then come back

It's all affected way cracks and little kids packin gat

Bitches fuckin for stat, New York is wild like that

Perhaps you got an open cause judge in ya face

Sister made a mistake, got you layin upstate

5 to 15, holdin ya ox, from gettin wop

While somebody