Lyrics
Be the last one out to get this dough, no way
Emphasizing determination to be the last one to acquire wealth.
Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way
Rejecting romantic involvement with certain individuals.
Hit the streets when we break the code, no way
Engaging in illicit activities when breaking societal rules.
Hit the brakes when they on patrol, no way
Being cautious and avoiding authorities when necessary.
Be the last one out to get this dough, no way
Reiteration of the determination to succeed and avoid distractions.
Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way
-Hit the streets when we break the code, no way
-Hit the brakes when they on patrol, no way
-Once we get yo info
Describing a daring and risky intrusion for material gain.
Climbing through yo window, this a crazy intro
-Through the crib we tip toe, please don’t try to inno
-I might crack yo bean with all this anger I got pent, oh
-Ain’t no time to vent though
-I just need the chips bro, hope I made it crystal
-Clear that this a quick show, then we leave yo cribbo
-Exiting with jewelry and some clothes and a Nintendo
-wiiU, hate it be you but we had to hit that lick bro
Reflecting on a conflicted lifestyle, feeling the need for a job.
Always had that feeling like I’m stealing from my kinfolk
-Riding round the city in a stoley not a rental
-90 down the freeway feeling nauseous as the wind blow
-Hope my dad ain’t tripping when I know I should’ve been home
-Talk about it with the gang, they laughing but my grin broke
-Gotta get a job cause I feel like that this a sick joke
-Taking from our brothers we ain’t even take from rich folk
Expressing remorse for taking from one's own community.
Be the last one out to get this dough, no way
Repeating the earlier determination to succeed against odds.
Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way
-Hit the streets when we break the code, no way
-Hit the brakes when they on patrol, no way
-Be the last one out to get this dough, oh
-Love one of you bucket headed hoes, oh
-Hit the streets when we break the code, oh
-Hit the brakes when they on patrol, oh
-Stuff that my mama don’t know got me stressed
Sharing experiences involving stress, violence, and regret.
How I seen a few dead bodies they was stretched
-Jumped in a gang at 11, what the heck
-Jumped in a gang at 11, on the set
-I was tripping, slipping, wylin’ for respect
-Tryna get it and then my cousin had a TEC
-He was gripping, ripping bullets through they flesh
-I’m just sitting, twitching, blood you made a mess
-Got damn, bro just take me home
Expressing a desire to return home, regret for violent actions.
I ain’t really meant to just be splitting people dome
-Unless they pose a threat but we both know that they don’t
-How the hell I’m 16 and you let me hold the chrome
-I was bracking, stacking, fingers till they broke
-Bloody ragging, flagging, but I had to go
-Now I’m rapping, cashing, feel bad for the bro
-Cause he stagnant, tragic, all I can do is hope
-Be the last one out to get this dough, no way
Continuing the theme of determination despite challenges.
Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way
-Hit the streets when we break the code, no way
-Hit the brakes when they on patrol, no way
-Be the last one out to get this dough, no way
-Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way
-Hit the streets when we break the code, no way
-Hit the brakes when they on patrol, no way
-Tryna leave the hood but it feel like I ain’t got no way
Expressing frustration, self-doubt, and aspirations in the music industry.
I don’t wanna pack a pistol, don’t wanna sell no weight
-Think I’m a dope rapper but I’m treated like I’m ok
-Look down at my lyrics and sometimes I wanna throwaway
-All the sweat and tears that I done gave it can just go away
-Maybe I ain’t working hard enough to get my goal made
-Only 20, pressuring myself like I’m of old age
-Maybe I’m too cocky but I know no one can flow the way
-That I do it, how I do it anytime I’m on the page
-Got supporters, they done held me down since I was Doyen Trey
-If you love me then I love you something I will always say
-Even Overlord Trey ain’t doing it the Story way
-I’m still humble, I just don’t like that I have a slow wave
-I know I can blow and I’m waiting just for the propane
-Love my city, hate my city, yet and still I’m homemade
-Tryna leave the hood and I know rapping is the only way
-Be the last one out to get this dough, no way
Reiteration of the commitment to success and resilience.
Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way
-Hit the streets when we break the code, no way
-Hit the brakes when they on patrol, no way
-Be the last one out to get this dough, no way
-Love one of you bucket headed hoes, no way
-Hit the streets when we break the code, no way
-Hit the brakes when they on patrol, no way
-The one in front of the gun, forever
Reflecting on the inevitability of being in a dangerous position forever.
The one in front of the gun, forever
-The one in front of the gun, forever
-The one in front of the gun, forever
-The one in front of the gun, forever-ever
-The one in front of the gun, forever-ever
-The one in front of the gun, forever-ever
-The one in front of the gun, forever-ever
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