Lyrics:

Yeah, serious s-
Ayo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky
My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for only
(Yeah, I'm back niggas) it's money, drugs and hot slug
Bleek, squeeze hammers 'til they nail me (y'all ain't ready)
Money, drugs, and hot slug (I got love for those who love me though)
Street scholar, keep firing's what they tell me
Money, drugs and hot slug (and hate for those who hate)
R-O-C (dynasty, niggas)
Money, drugs, and hot slugs (nah, I love them too, fuck it, it's all good)
You know, know, know (hola at 'em), know (yo, yo)
You know Bleek
Niggas said I can't do it, funny I done it
The album is here, now who the fuck want it?
I let niggas eat, now I'm here to collect
I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct
Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat
Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out!
Don't let the cars fool you, or the jewelry blind you
My life's the realest nigga, I should write me a novel
This for them broads that'll hold me down
And my niggas on the Internet that download my style
And my dog in line in at chow
Just bangin' with his Walkman, playin' me loud
And the nigga with that plate
Choppin' them grams, him and his man
Listenin' to music that they understand
And that white boy goin' to college
He don't know about the ghetto, but know how to hold metal (yeah)
Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up
They can listen to this shit, I don't give two fucks
But back to it, sippin' on that Cognac fluid
In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit
This is ride music, get high music
That M dot, hot supply music
That's the answer, life's like cancer
I thought I told y'all niggas 'I'm serious'
It's money, drugs
It's money, drugs
Money, drugs and hot slugs, you know