[Intro]Protege BeatzPour two fours up, big boss shit, fill up the trap[Chorus]I come from the cold, the rainBut never give up, I promiseI'm never breakin' my promiseI'm gon' get myself paid, I promiseGet my brother paid, I promise, ayyMix my wins with lossesBut bounce right back on my big boss shitFuck two hoes on big boss shitFill up the trap with P's, big boss shitYou got one time to cross that line and choppers gon' flyAnd too much dirty money don't fuck up family tiesWe grew up chasin' money, feel like my family diedAin't called your phone in four months, rather you do some time[Verse]No take-backsWe come from workin' the front, broad dayAll day, we run through shake sacksWe fuckin' them hoes, that's two at a timeHit licks, them two at a timeThem paid lil' thousand dog stands want four at a timeThem paid lil' thousands got broke down two at a time times two at a timeWe'll work your crib every time, you know me and K pull off all the timePull off with a dime, came back with a dub, ayyPints and pipes in the club, ayySpillin' my feelings on drugs, ayyMost of my feeling on guns, ayyCreasing my heart for my loved onesAnd ten pints to go on my last oneAnd ten hypes to go as my last drugTen trips ago, my last plugSlept on the floor with no rugNow son say sure, my last wordRemember them salesTry not remember them cellsMad white on the paint lookin' paleThink back, remember them bales and smells, ayyTo the grave I'll go with this shit, I won't tellI ain't even gotta murk youPull up, I want it, I'll buy it for a fact, that lil' shit purchased, ayyBitch want a bag, she workin', ayyBitch want a bag, no Birkin, ayyTryna get my shit perfectStamp on the brick in PersianUsed to lap in the trap on purposeI was changin' my name on purposeUsed to work in the rain on purpose'Til the day they closed my curtainWork four traps on big boss shitFuck two hoes on big boss shitPour two fours on big boss shitFill up the trap with P's, big boss shit[Chorus]You got one time to cross that line and choppers gon' flyAnd too much dirty money don't fuck up family tiesWe grew up chasin' money, feel like my family diedAin't called your phone in seven months, rather you do some timeI come from the cold, the rainBut never give up, I promiseI'm never breakin' my promiseI'm gon' get myself paid, I promiseGet my brother paid, I promise, ayyMix my wins with lossesBut bounce right back on my big boss shitFuck two hoes on big boss shitFill up the trap with P's, big boss shit
