Choppa Boy

(Pipe that shit up, TnT) Straight off this (D-Mac on the fuckin' track) Roberto Cavalli floors Ten thousand dollar robes Top, you already know, son You know how we livin' B's up, we do this shit for the-, you understand me? Big money shit, blatt Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top He let off shots, wet up the block Yeah, I remember that too Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag And he just wanna thank God it grew In this town we hustle different ways Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away Wish you was here to see how everything changed Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong We duckin' the jake niggas but shootin' at fake niggas We livin' this drug life, the money we make, nigga Thuggin' it everyday, we shootin' in hallways No playin' the fam, nigga We standin' on what we say We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday No cost, nigga, give a fuck 'bout what they say And I miss my mama, and I miss my daddy I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Caddy I miss my blood and I miss that love And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top He let off shots, wet up the block Yeah, I remember that too Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag And he just wanna thank God it grew In this town we hustle different ways Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away Wish you was here to see how everything changed I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad Me and JBoy sittin' in the trap, back and forth, rap After that all night hustlin' I done did time down, all alone Seein' you wasn't around when I made it home Ridin' in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin And all I done seen it got my heart, so Can't get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on Dump, over fifteen million I done made since you been gone Plus ain't been blowin' up my daddy I been livin' on my own (yeah) I hopped out once I set the plot, thirty rounds, all wooden chop Couple blocks and I heard the shots That's Big E bussin', tryna stop 'em Got to watch over every penny, can't think 'bout nan dollar I'ma put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top He let off shots, wet up the block Yeah, I remember that too Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag And he just wanna thank God it grew In this town we hustle different ways Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away Wish you was here to see how everything changed Simple, put it on you Put my life on it, my mama on it Playin' no games, nigga, stay focused, boy Ain't no slippin' in this pimpin' Real rich nigga shit, big money Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills Rich Gang --- Choppa Boy - Birdman and YoungBoy Never Broke Again