(feat. Nature Boy)



[Hook:]



You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine

You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine

And don't say money I put it all on the line

And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind



[Verse 1: Nature Boy]



Check it out now

Rap stars be flexing

All about how they living ain't been through nothing

Everybody G'd up and thuggin'

Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin'

Knowing half the time

Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty crimes

And if ya ever get time, ya get ya came hit from behind

I done flip mo' breaks at 26 so quick through the click

Boy unit ain't shit

Done hurt mo' thieves then a little bit

If the ho chose me thats a pimpette

See I know the game

And most of y'all rappers lame

Ain't never sold 3 or 4 things

Never been a pimp

Never shot at point blank range

Y'all hos just claimin' the fame



[Hook:]



You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine

You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine

And don't say money I put it all on the line

And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind



[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]



Okay,

I'm in the mist of haters

So called gators and cash

The only creators is the niggas that flash

And then they make this dash to the race thats never ending

These niggas think they ballin'

But all I see is spending

And lending they flows to these groupie hos

And take 'em to stos and buying these bitches clothes

I know that y'all know better than that

So I'ma play a game of return of the mac

And bring it back

Just like little Joe

Cause y'all know how niggas do

For