Resume

We sell liquid dope (gang!) Your lean man online (Let's get it!) Damn I was deep in the field on this street shit Late night I was starving ain't eat shit Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich Hanging with a lot of niggas that was counterfeit I was too real tote a blue steel Had a deal, had a deagle No deal, I was breaking packs Had to feed and go kill, post till I had M's Then I had to go chill with a couple racks I'm a real man Studio 24 like a Laker fan Street shit, had to take it in One time out late I ain't take it in I had to make amends See you the red light Creep on you with the red light Strip a forty, getcha head right I'ma side slide Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye Working naked like Wifi Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye And my niggas do a drill Nigga up pipe call it show and tell Y'all niggas bring it like imitating Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill Going outside to these streets, yeah This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane) You can't fit in with this crowd (nah) What's yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?) You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga) I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?) I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah) Who with this street shit? We was hugging them corners Niggas snitching they informing Street shit was important Back then I couldn't afford it Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit They see how he spending them forges Tryna rob me a M and a (?) Or a storage place with no fifth I'm talking 'bout arm and hammer baking soda If the block dry then I'm taking over Police they take it I'ma make it over Give me a brick and I'ma break it over You ready, I'm ready You with it, I'm with it Let's get it, you talk but don't get it Put D in that skillet I'm tryna get millions I'm tryna get rich Shit rich Talking drug money, blood money I love money, I wanna hug money But I got that, let's get it You say you gotta bag, then I got that I'm loyal to my niggas Out late night I be strugglin' with my niggas On them corners I be hustlin' with my niggas I'ma kill you if you fuck with my niggas (gang!) This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane) You can't fit in with this crowd (nah) What's yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?) You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga) I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?) I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah) Who with this street shit?