never going broke

Born in the hood ain’t had no father jump off the pouch started trapping then met the plug he give me a lot of drugs all these blues in my hand ain’t never going broke again trapping like it ain’t no tomorrow Trying to make out the hood so much money in the trap it ain’t gon never stop cooking crack on the stove like I’m the self in the kitchen chopper by the door book bag full of that kush I’m about to sell it to these dope fiend in the hood in the trenches pistol on my lap every time when I’m driving in the hood real Gangstar real shooter got the hoes on my dick when I hit the stage when I perform dog food in my hand finna serve to these dope fiends about to drive myself to the bank finna take out couple hundred finna stunt on these broke niggas cause ain’t going back to being broke I be posted in the projects smoking on gelato that’s that real strong I be smoking on