yah from my cradle to my grave 97 tray origanl gangster crip 163rd we the mob this one's 4 u money yah I put it on the set homie I ant playing I should doing more praying I got her extra wet baby was saying back on the mic slayin gang banging gang slanging I just hope out they want me back in pull up and back in back than I wanted friends now I want some money I got out who was there that's that money Amma jack boy block boy I really can't change it's breaks mama's heart part of life am addicted to the money am addicted to the street I pec round killers who should me love? local drug dealers I'd lie if I say there wasn't it a couple bloods but what I do for the money I seen the dark side in my eyes I barely cry let them die let them get some money lefty I left yet og am still kicking my dog watched his brother die held him in his arms weeping I do anything 4 you my flag blue the whole set getting money my bitch acting funny my bitch fucking and she think I don't know what they think I don't know I keep a side girl like I keep me a 4 shout out chase Whats up Zoe gang gang gang