Intro: Mitchy Slick:

How you gon' win a war without the dough?

Verse 1: Mitchy Slick:

I wish I woulda knew I was gon' end up by myself
Millions gone to the homie, decided to share the wealth
Remember the days hustlin' right in back of the Y
Gold candy, gold 'Tonas on my tray right in the DI
Thought I, was thinkin' big, half a brick, 45 SIG
Couldn't tell me shit, yeah nigga, I control The Dip
Yeah, nigga, I said it, I control The Dip
Along with CK, Boba, Bo Fett, Bad Lil Mad right there on my hip
Servin' a rock with the left, pop a opp with the right
That's the life of a termite, yeah, you hustle and fight (Yeah)
With ethics and steel, I left off that hill
Cross-country pimpin', had so much mogul appeal
And it was foreign with wheels like we all got deals
Our broads whoring in heels, that why we all got mills (Yeah Dat!)
Bangin' and ballin' at the same time like Mack Dime
Vegas fight night, Wrongkind in a long line
Brackin'

Chorus: Mitchy Slick:

You bick, you brackin', show me yo' bag
From now, Damu, go get yo' bag
You bangin', that's bool, but get yo' bag
Yo' Chevy, a rag, now get a Jag
You pushin' that weight, go get some gates
Buy the turf, invest in some real estate

It's been too long, it's time for Bloods to elevate x2

Verse 2: Damu:

Bullshit ain't nothin', I bee where the bread at
Just counted a hunnid stacks like yeah that
And I done did that, if I said that
I was 14, I had a red Lac
I never used to leave the set without my strap
Break a bitch nigga off like a KitKat
On the block I used to hide it in a chip bag
And if you fuck wit' it, you gon' need a shitbag
That's the way we was raised in the planet of the Southeast
Havin' heart, nigga, and makin' ends meet
Money be the root to niggas dyin' over beef
Baby mamas cryin' in the street, yeah that
If you owe me somethin', nigga, where my bread at?
Before I point this Ruger where yo' head at

Chorus: Mitchy Slick:

You bick, you brackin', show me yo' bag
From now, Damu, go get yo' bag
You bangin', that's bool, but get yo' bag
Yo' Chevy, a rag, now get a Jag
You pushin' that weight, go get some gates
Buy the turf, invest in some real estate

It's been too long, it's time for Bloods to elevate x2

Verse 3: OYG Big Wy:

You out here hustlin'? Learn the valued connection
17 passenger seat with my conception
Learn it from them niggas on the corner, red flags on 'em
Paid attention to the ones with the bag on 'em
Take yo' mind offa bein' content
Everytime you up to bat, try and swing for the fence
Fuck practicin' and hopin' if it really is meant
Look yourself in the mirror, tell yourself you're the shit
I ain't met a nigga yet that got rich off lean
But I know a few niggas that won't admit that they fiends
Courtside Laker game, them seats cost numbers
And that nigga in that red TDE hat from Bounty Hunter
So little nigga let that soak through
'Cause bein' powerful and a gangsta, that could really be you
Fly Woop'n lifestyle, Cali Longing ownership
Real estate is valuable, it's time you start ownin' shit

Chorus: Mitchy Slick:

You bick, you brackin', show me yo' bag
From now, Damu, go get yo' bag
You bangin', that's bool, but get yo' bag
Yo' Chevy, a rag, now get a Jag
You pushin' that weight, go get some gates
Buy the turf, invest in some real estate

It's been too long, it's time for Bloods to elevate x2

Outro: Mitchy Slick:

Aight if niggas can't, retire with they feet up, homie, you know I'm sayin', what was it all for, you know I'm sayin', shit, I don't know if you niggas is watchin' but I was watchin' niggas that was into it, you know I'm sayin', I was watchin' Big Schoolyard and Scarface, you know I'm sayin', shit, Kevin Porter, Dana Dane, you know I'm sayin', John House, niggas that was-niggas that was stackin' it up fo' real, you know I'm sayin', but still was in the streets with it though, you feel me though, that's what this new woopin' need to be about, nigga, you feel me though, yeah that, shout out to the big homie Eddie Boy, nigga, Baby K-Hole, nigga, real hustlin' niggas, homie, from the 23 Blocks, you know I'm sayin', yeah that, L's and B's, yeah that, B.I.P. to big homie TB from M Hood...