Lyrics:

Ugh, zeeI got wakin haze, my customer''s hoes sleep with meWe have small beef, I still sell em o''s for three fiftyThey known when big beef, I''ll pop 100 timesBe like road kill, I live niggas brains on 189And my down bitches, they be ready to killI be like chill, they be like ''Thats my nigga fo'' real.''That''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realI don''t give a fuck if we don''t sell a recordWe still gunna get this money in the bricksSpill it, ZeeI''m like santa clause, I deliver niggas grams rawStraight from Panama, they eat it up like HannibalAnd my dons, they appear like magic wandsI sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I''m onPlus i have a clan packed in the back of vansMore raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gramI get B-Boy a truck, yo truck in the riverFuck some doe, he be like ''Thats my nigga fo real.''That''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realScarecrow what, im trying to walk before I crawlI want it all, ever since I came outta my mommas wallsIm trying to make so much dough when I write a songI can vite em all, while ya''ll click on the corner selling final callsNiggas mad at us, gladiators like maximusWe fabolous, while you fall off like cannabis''s managersMy man D, you keep the Nina pillinZee, point a mine and watch em soak em like Sarina WilliamsThat''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realZee need buddha, E userBe freelookers spittin from our PT CruisersMy tank dont drop, i still got dough to make Got little niggas on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weightBlow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasierSixteen cellys and 4 pagersGo hype up your squad that they might fuck with oursI just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and carsGot axe n nitty in atlanta deepRan the street, 10 grand a weekI give ''em one word, dont put ya man to sleepAnd i love my jersey live bitchesThey leave a nigga, face with 35 stitchesThey''ll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep in the oceanThey see where octopusses liveThis label deal is for raws pacin chillI know mad heads, but stillThat''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realThat''s my nigga fo'' realYeah whatBricks