Gun or Knife
Ayo, the judge gave my man a higher sentence
I walked out the courtroom
I couldn't watch the entire lynching
Even though we all admire Benzs
Can't take it with us behind the
Wall of these barbed wire fences
My credit cards got higher limit's
I ain't gotta lie to kick it
I don't use money to acquire friendships
Let me tell you why I'm expensive
It was fifty grand placed on my head
And paid to a hired henchmen
I took 3, I was buying triplets
A benz signed with sentence
Stamped on the brick
Just like a hieroglyphic
Diamonds dripping, designer drenching
Black Versace shades
And I can still see dollar
Signs behind the lenses
Front hallway, rental driver
Backdoor trapper plug throw me an alley oop
Then the backboard shatter
If you keep dipping in your bag
Then your stash won't last ya
Unless you make that type of money
That the task force after
Money makes niggas hate
Niggas want you to give it back
I got more off a plate
Than I ever did with rap
We ain't talking on the phone
Cuz you get life if they tapped
I did time and ain't fold
I got stripes on my back
I keep it real in the streets
Just like I did in the pen
I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again
I got mine out the dirt
I got mine being loyal now everything A1
That's a real nigga for you
The watch and the blocks got crystals in them
I got the streets
And beef with the judicial system
I played the sink but never did no dishes
Naw, I was in those blenders
Contaminated everything in those kitchens
The game put blood on my hands
And her heels too
My homie clipped you, said he hit you
Did you real smooth
I bumped heads and let weapons
Off at real goons
My bitch crib full of Fentanyl and lil spoons
My bitch whip got hit, I hope she heals soon
We got plans to buy a house on the hill soon
I done danced with the devil
Under the pale moon
And ended up with more paper than a mail room
I'm cooking in this hotel room
For about a weekend
And I pray that housekeeping
Don't smell fumes
It was times that I felt doomed
All I needed was a better price
To give my clientele room
Money makes niggas hate
Niggas want you to give it back
I got more off a plate
Than I ever did with rap
We ain't talking on the phone
Cuz you get life if they tapped
I did time and ain't fold
I got stripes on my back
I keep it real in the streets
Just like I did in the pen
I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again
I got mine out the dirt
I got mine being loyal now everything A1
That's a real nigga for you