50

(Rexx)

I can see the whole city from my crib
I'll die for my niggas, for 'em all, I'd give a rib
A couple of 'em switched up, it is what it is
I lost too many niggas, I done dropped too many tears (oh)
But through it all, I, I never folded (I never folded, never fold)
We made it out the trenches, my nigga, look at what it molded (look at what it molded)

I took L after L, and I ain't change yet
Bro say he an OG in this shit, so he came 'Vette
Two Cubans, two diamond links on the same neck
It coulda been all ice, but instead, I grabbed the plain set

It's all flower, how my chain set, they ain't felt my pain yet
You can keep your body, I keep askin' where his brain at
And I bought your ass a gift, and you pawned it, where your chain at?
They changed for the money, I wish I could give the fame back

They screamin', "Los buggin'," like bro ain't stole from me
This the same nigga used to call my phone to hold somethin'
Niggas breakin' down a zip, y'all ain't gettin' no money
If I ain't love you like a brother, they'd make a GoFundMe

Nigga, I ain't e'en bitchin', nah, I ain't e'en trippin'
Cuz told me knock him off, but I'ma kill his ass with distance
Dreamin' 'bout MIA back when Muno crashed the Bentley
Wakin' up in the condo, see the city from my kitchen, got a real 50 (Lord)

I can see the whole city from my crib
I'll die for my niggas, for 'em all, I'd give a rib
A couple of 'em switched up, it is what it is
I lost too many niggas, I done dropped too many tears (oh)
But through it all, I, I never folded (I never folded, never fold)
We made it out the trenches, my nigga, look at what it molded (look at what it molded)

And you know I come from nothin', so a little is a lot
I'll unwrap a, uh, put a little in the pot
Way you cuffin' on that bitch, boy, you shoulda been a cop
This all Louis, I used to trap with a hoodie and a Glock

But now I'm steppin' on they neck, the cutter by the press
I ain't never sent his face, but I'll die for my connect
Ain't no playin' with the family, I'm buggin' for the set
Four rounds with the doors up, a butterfly effect

I'm thuggin', I done seen the work decrease a kilo to a G
Hit my line for the pounds, this shit CeeLo for the green
My name heavy with the plugs 'cause they need more in the streets
I put spells on the work like Akeelah and the Bee

I'm makin' money with the Greeks, I ain't never been to Greece
If the Gothics buy work, I'll go emo for the Bs
Just don't be lackin' while we spinnin', we pop three doors on the Jeep
I ain't trippin' 'bout the cheese, I make money in my sleep, it's a blessin'

I can see the whole city from my crib
I'll die for my niggas, for 'em all, I'd give a rib
A couple of 'em switched up, it is what it is
I lost too many niggas, I done dropped too many tears (oh)
But through it all, I, I never folded (I never folded, never fold)
We made it out the trenches, my nigga, look at what it molded (look at what it molded)