I hold my ground silencer on the pistol and you don't hear a sound enemy down he on the ground if he live he moving out of town with a frown while me and my niggas hold it down Connecticut baby you know we all around sologaat they know my voice when they hear my sound pick me up lift me up we can't lose this race we staring death right in the face but praise God for the faith it's only salad on my plate and no haters in our space can we live and be great we chase the bag for the kids sake and my shawty do real estate so we get the bag then blow the candles out like a birthday cake and naw we don't know Jake and we don't know snakes line em up if he bait if he hot then baked I be running with the apes next day air fuck grabbing the tapes we hitting the safe nigga then we skate they try to bend us but we never break on top of our grind time is money then money is mine and its all on our mind this world is so Devine the only time I crunch num is when it's lunch time if I'm on my break then you getting str8 punch lines if you ever try to steal my rymes I stop trying to retaliate because for my son I show him real never fake he Goan take his daddy place when I am called by the grace of the Lord's faith till that day I'm on my way an interception would fuck ur you play and if we got beef then I will fuck up your day I use my hands before I need to spray your block shutdown my people's like horray get in my way you won't see another day but stay blessed up even know we mess up you @ the doctors like you need a check up flip a coin and it's heads up I'm like a rock threw pain im still up diamond in the ruff if you not awoke then we wake you up I'm in the cut like alcohol getting too wasted got you yakking if I'm not gripped up then my nigga packing