Really Did It (feat. Yogi)

I gave my nigga hope and I really did it I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended I trust in my dog, he really with it I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin' We weren't raised like that Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin' And fuckin' these bad bitches, we really did it And when a nigga fly, fuck he drippin' A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it Eighteen with a hundred racks, what you know 'bout that? Came from selling packs, seeing niggas get whacked Money to my ear, fuck what Jay-Z said I'ma stay down tryna get it, I need Jay-Z bread I really did it, in them kitchens with my niggas Keep them pistols, probably served a thousand midgets Hundred bags of the strong, got 'em gone, did it all off a phone Told my bitch ain't comin' home 'til that fuckin' pack gone I gave my nigga hope and I really did it I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended I trust in my dog, he really with it I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin' We weren't raised like that Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin' And fuckin' these bad bitches, we really did it And when a nigga fly, fuck he drippin' A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it When I first seen my first hundred thousand, I was twenty Ridin' 'round bumpin' P, screamin' No Limit They tried to knock me off my pivot Told him keep me in the game coach Got a couple dollars, lost a couple partners Fuck a nigga who done changed on me Make a nigga drop some change on him We weren't raised like that You know your brodie told on brodie while you praised that rat The way that I got it they thought I print it I caught my first harder than carter sentence Just when I had started they thought I'm winning I cut bitches off now they thought I'm tripping I gave my niggas hope, I really did it They gave my cuz a bow, I really miss him Codeine all in my system Won't ever leave this house without my pistol Now never beat a double but a triple, nigga I gave my nigga hope and I really did it I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended I trust in my dog, he really with it I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin' We weren't raised like that Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin' And fuckin' these bad bitches, we really did it And when a nigga fly, fuck he drippin' A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it