Intro (Codeine Dreamin)

[Intro]
Man, your ass talkin' 'bout some
They want your— we want the tape and you want lower prices on the 'bows
Boy, I get that, we, we, we do want lower prices on the 'bows, ayy, I, I'm with you on that, twin
But, damn, what the hell we 'posed to listen to while we out this bitch swervin' and servin'? Goddamn, twin, like
Can a nigga goddamn get some more Bally Baby, bro? Like
Damn, a nigga ass makin' this goddamn smooth-ass dope-boy music
Like a nigga really run up real pape' to that Bally Baby, twin, you gotta goddamn, bro
Your ass gotta drop that hot shit, man
Summer on the way, your ass 'posed to been here before the summer, like
You gotta goddamn pull up before summertime, boy
(Mike Gotti, this shit stupid)
Yeah, it's been a minute, we'll be there in a minute
Same way I started same way I'ma finish it
Took so many losses, now we finally winnin'
Pink promethazine in the cup when I'm dreamin'

[Verse]
They hate to see me with it, so I keep goin' to get it
We know they say real gangsters take care of the business
I was givin' when they ain't have it, can't say I ain't the realest
I can't stop 'cause I got so many reasons
Went through the rain and thunder, why they tryna take me under?
Was doin' two hundred bags a week, they labeled me a runner
Yeah, the cap don't care who win, cap don't care who tellin'
As long as we make a profit, these niggas know I'm solid
Yeah, it's been a minute
Took some losses to get here, but now we finally winnin'
Cried out my eyes when Nick had died, sometimes, I still feel it
Know his killer had got life, but we gon' still get him
Loyalty out-value everything, this love real
He gon' have like two cups, takin' chances every pill
Chances every seal
No guarantee tomorrow, so I'm livin' for today
Used to wanna brag until I seen the AP
Yeah, I know I had went Scat, but it was fully loaded
Baby Birkin for my baby, she couldn't even tote it
That's why B kept me locked in when I was losin' focus
What the fuck did you expect?
Thousand bags, I trapped this bitch out, I ain't even got no key
How the fuck you talkin' 'bout beef and you ain't even got no V?
From Kirkwood down to Bouldercrest, got motion on the East
Different-colored bales, gotta get you some of these
This trappin' saved my life
All I know is strike, I make sacrifices
I can't help but pour a deuce of this 'cause I got vices
Bet it on my right, love shootin' dices
(Let's go)
Reapin' what I sowed, my nigga, 'cause I took a risk
Yeah, I can't lie, my sacrifices made me rich