Verse 1 (Roach Gigz):

Wow, kids crazy these days/

sellin' syrup, pills and weed eighths/
up and down the street like, who need grapes?/
I pull lil' bruh to the side like I need to holla/

why don't you get a job make legit dollars/
he said "$#&@ a job, that %#@!'s bootsie"/
"tryin' to be like you Roach, and get the groupies"/

I kept tryin' to tell 'em, that the end was nearin'/
but he was like $#&@ that, not tryin' to hear it/
he want a nice car, and some new earings/

he wanna be the flyest, if he sees what he likes he wanna buy it/
so this is what he do/


Verse 2 (Cristiles):

It take money to make money that's why I take money/

most rappers is jokes that ain't funny/
ain't hungry as I am so I'm comin' with that aggressiveness/
'till I earn my respect for this and show that I'm the best at this/

who would've thought the Mexican would have hoes obsessed with him/
fantasizin' 'bout sexin' him, $#&@in' him and undressin' him/
speakin' on me you jealous then, if we was never friends/

show up to your church, drag you out the booth you confess it in/
teachin' you what the lesson is, grindin's what my obsession is/
when I'm restin' in peace will be the next reason I rest again/

until it's then, it's either that or dealin' drugs/
before rap the only way to make a livin' was/



Verse 3 (DB Tha General):


I get it out the trunk yeah I get it out the concrete/
we pack it up and ship it up, that's a nine piece/
I'm sellin' work right off the iPhone/

and I could get you murked, right off the iPhone/
in my zone, in my zone, a couple of stones/
leave me alone, leave me alone/

if you ain't 'bout gettin' money, you ain't 'bout gettin' money/
I metal up then stack it up and laugh at you dummies/
special delivery don't think nobody hearin' me/

I'm rollin', I'm rollin'/
I know you suckas fearin' me/


(Cristiles)

Drug dealin' thinkin' out the box/

lil' homie sellin' rocks/

(Roach Gigz)


He ain't thinkin' 'bout the cops/


(Cristile)
Nuh-Hah