Rawood & GMO Stax - '04 Pistons

I just copped that new whip wit all the bells & the whistles
You can catch me on the block, I'm on W McNichols
I learnt the game young, the ballers showed how to dribble
I put them tweakers on his ass and send his ass to the spital
I'm on a mission to get rich get in my way and U finished
I hit the road wit my pit and once we done we gon split it
Yea I seen some crazy shit and I don't wanna relive it
You gon eat or you gon starve? You gotta make a decision
Just because you got some money that don't make you that nigga
Just because you blew your pistol, that don't make you official
5,000 for my fit, I'm doing drills in Givenchy
F's on my fit, today I'm rocking Fully & Fendi
Now a nigga rockin' shows, I'm use to going on missions
Ain't laying up with these hoes, once I hit it I'm dippin'
Puttin on for the squad, tryna run up a million
All I know is hold it down forever standin on business
In my city ballin hard I should've played for the Pistons
Every since a youngin, always knew that I was gon be that nigga
Us and them, we in a whole completely different division
That ain't your shit you be rockin, gotta ask for permission
Money all on my mind, plus my palms keep itchin
Young turnt nigga, wake up in a whole nother city
Me & gang Kickin shit and sippin wock like it's liquor
Have my youngins pull up on you leave you in critical condition

Written by:
Randal D

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