Much More

[Intro: Jelly Roll, Krondon]
You mean much more to me
You mean much more to me
Strong Arm Steady Gang, you gotta know that
You mean much more to me
East Coast, West Coast
Down South, Midwest, know that
You mean much more to me
Jelly Roll, Heat Chambers
One time for your mind, let's do it
It’s nothing like when I was on the bluff hustle
In this grind you'll learn hustle and the block
All these niggas snitching, telling on a niggas gang
Now all these bitches acting like they don't know the name
S.A.S. yeah! (Strong Arm Steady Gang)
Red and blue make green, black Maserati, M-16
S.A.S. bitch! (Strong Arm Steady Gang)
With the black and brown, dope by the pound

[Verse 1: Krondon]
It’s the combination of the purple pills, syrup and the kush
That makes me groggy to the point I can't stand straight all day
Grinding, geeked up, guaranteed I see police
It don't help I got this gun in my hand
Extravagant habits have a nigga up early cutting Cavi'
My attempt's to grab a piece of the rock
But it seems to be the raspberry Range is about the only thing that make a bowlegged biatch wanna jock
I'm ravishing the concrete, curb serving constantly
Conjures up thizz or lean's mean adrenaline
The night falls, a fiends calls
And I think that I could have it all
But it don't matter, I don’t need another friend
Just the streets, money, money, beats
Nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat
No worries, I just wake up and roll, like Jelly would
And turn a flip, provide me with a lick to hit
A loyal chick, important like my classic ’64
The neighborhood

[Chorus: Jelly Roll, Krondon]
You mean much more to me
More than a color code
More than the crack that's sold
You mean much more to me
More than a paying hoe
More than a studio
You mean much more to me
More than the pistol smoke
More than the potent dope
You mean much more to me
Much more than the paint and wood
My ghetto neighborhood

[Verse 2: Phil Da Agony]
Yeah, it’s nothing like when I was on the block
The younger version of my pops, stuffing 20's in my socks
A pocket full of pot
You could hear the echos when it pop
And all the fiends be hanging out nonstop
And isn't it a shame 'cause I done seen ’em smoke away their thang's
Get their shit back and do it all again
I gotta get my change like the season
Reason for me breezing by with your breezy in a brand new drop
Getting copper top like Duracell from this jezebel named Michelle
The bell rings, school's out
Back when I was young skipping class
Just so I could hit the streets and get some ass, rap and spit some jewels out
Never listen to the words out a fools mouth
You block it out and tune out
You gotta watch your back when the moon's out
The sun make your house hella hot
Therefore it's crowded on the block
Like it's June out, that means the goons out

[Chorus: Jelly Roll, Phil Da Agony]
You mean much more to me
More than the Swisher Sweets
More than a Backwood leaf
You mean much more to me
More than a hundred grand
You're like my other hand, yeah
You mean much more to me
More than some Air Forces
More than all the Jordans
You mean much more to me
Way more than the sun in the sky
Without you I would die

[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]
You got me out alone though
Homies informants singing on me
Racketeering, how a banger beat that?
Logan niggas kamikaze, down to klack
Down to crash anything for a nigga with a green flag
Insisting as a homie that you down
Shoot rounds broad daylight at Horton Plaza like Tiny Mad
Now he's washed, and just today we found Lil Spank Booty got 44 years
I know his momma sad, Triv!

[Chorus: Jelly Roll, Mitchy Slick]
You mean much more to me
More than a leather coat
And more than a ki of coke
You mean much more to me
More than a piece of pussy
Why would these niggas push me?
You mean much more to me
More than a set of rims
More than my chunky gems
You mean much more to me
Much more than I probably should
My ghetto neighborhood