Lights, Camera, Action

(Jay)

Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in (we finna tuck 'em in)

I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand

On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in

And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again

Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this

But don't think I'm not in the field, still pulling skits

Big Benz sliding through the set, I love to drag race

Niggas love to speak on the gang, but be in last place

Louis V Chucks on my feet like I got bad taste

Had to get the belt to match the socks 'cause they ain't have Bape

Big bread, bust down the bag, I need a fucking M

If you ain't talking 'bout a lot of bread, then we can't fuck with them

You wouldn't dare to mix your Wock' and Tris and drop a Perc' up in it

My mind playing tricks on me, but the strap, it got like twenty in it

Hollow points, I'm quick to bang it out, I make it hard for niggas

Say I'm phased from this thug life, it kind of scarred a nigga

Fell to the bottom of the pit, was left to starve with niggas

But the same Jay ones I starved with made it hard for niggas

Flag a nigga down, I'm out the window, that's a flatline

Better have that strap in your coupe because I got mine

You ain't never with me at the apartment to confine me

Then slid to the opposition side and try to box 'em in (Jay)

Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in (we finna tuck 'em in)

I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand

On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in

And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again

Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this

But don't think I'm not in the field, still pulling skits

Hop on the road and get that bag, that's what a young nigga into

Up on the block where it's hot, you got your Glock? I got my shit too

That nigga homie died, his mama used to hold box of tissue

That nigga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue

And if I put that bag up on your head, my young niggas gon' get you

Remember pushing in them Hondas, now a nigga need a Benz coupe

That nigga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue

Hop on the road and get that bag, that's what a young nigga into

That's what we into

Mmm

I'm so sick and tired, so sick and tired for real

Ain't no sympathy for the other side for real

Felt a lot of pain, now I live in sorrow

Where I'm from, you pray that you see tomorrow

Catch an oppa slipping, hollow tip his backside

He a Baby Stone Gorilla and he love the gang slide

Just pulled out walking on that mainline

Nigga, we ain't playing ball, tell the opps it's game time

If a nigga shoot his shot, would I miss you, bae?

Would I wipe that nigga nose just like tissue paper?

If I see you kissing faces now, you gon' fuck me later

Mix the uh with the uh, now I'm high like an elevator

Tryna stack a hundred hundreds, tryna stack that paper

Tryna touch a big bag, rather take later

Told her these Givenchy shoes, not no Chuck Taylors

Told her we just friends now, we can fuck later (Jay)

Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in (we finna tuck 'em in)

I was down broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand

On the road to riches, I ain't stopping 'til they let me in

And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet they'll think again

Lights, camera, action shit, I'm getting used to this (Jay)

(But don't think I'm not in the field, still pulling skits)