If I Had It My Way

I’m up early in the morning trying to get my shine on
Mob three to the dome, so there’s shine to the dome
Look at my chrome like I’m glad it’s my own
It’s New Pick I call home and where I love to roam
Rub my girl on her ass with a look come on
Let me take you to the shower, gotta hit before I’m gone
It just turned 11:30 and the streets they got a life of their own
I ain’t acting like I ain’t seen no setbacks
But I grind so hard
I gotta get it right back
And it’s a well known fact
I gotta eat like that
They say home is wher it’s at
So the hood got my back
Looking at prison photos like Vago wher you at
Caught a case a while back
Who would’ve guessed Scrappy he would’ve done us like that
But you know how it go, real soldiers get it back
50 cal, I’m a monster but I’m cool like that
And if I had it my way
I’d get paid all day
I’d blow dro all day
I’ll tell my boys it’s okay
I’d open up the gates to every prison in my state
I’d buy my neighborhood a crate
I’d get lifers release dates
Money on my mind
Foo you fucking with a sicko
Black ski-mask, sack of kush and a pistol
Blowing a lot of smoke
Ese guess whose back?
With a hundred round clip
That’ll wipe you off the map
I’m a straight up G
And Maderas where I’m from
And unless it’s a body bag
You won’t get none
Got a sack and a drum
Living life on the run
Watching times get crazy
Living life by the gun
Just woke up and I’m looking at the facts
Got 28 grams and I’m breaking up sacks
Gotta hustle for my chips homie
We ain’t on the same page
Chips ain’t stacking up I’m forced to get the 12 gauge
Southside homie better act like you know
Loading up the Mac-90
Puff-puffing on some dro
Can’t find a way out
Cause I’m caught up in the game
Getting high watching time fly
Things will never change
And if I had it my way
I’d get paid all day
I’d blow dro all day
I’ll tell my boys it’s okay
I’d open up the gates to every prison in my state
I’d buy my neighborhood a crate
I’d get lifers release dates
Ese Villen es mi nombre
Ese Villen es el hombre
Ese Villen you know he’s hungry
You want some with Ese Villen
Then ese show me
Blow me chavalitas
I’m just here to rock the booth
I ain’t a blood or a crip
I’m just a black south side cholo
Whose in their town
I ain’t a no fucking clown
I will lay your punk ass down
Silverlake my stomping grounds
If you fake we popping round
leaving frown
And black funeral gowns
by the pounds
Nothings out of bounds
You always remember that you have four downs
To complete the play
We compete for pay
Tires repeat with hay
Another dollar another day
Dame mi respetó
My crew be quick to wet yo your wife
Fuck your boy, fuck your life
And if I had it my way
I’d get paid all day
I’d blow dro all day
I’ll tell my boys it’s okay
I’d open up the gates to every prison in my state
I’d buy my neighborhood a crate
I’d get lifers release dates