Lyrics Hi I'm... - Rod

Straight to the face take a eighth
I'm getting baked
Straight to the bank I'm checking bags I'm getting cake
Straight from the mud with my blood
Yeah that my cuz
Coming out the jungle with my thugs
I see the love
Straight to the face take a eighth
I'm getting baked
Straight to the bank I'm checking bags I'm getting cake
Straight from the mud with my blood
Yeah that my cuz
Coming out the jungle with my thugs
I see the love
No slackin
No lackin
It happens it happens
You trappin you stackin
Them funds we grabbin
No slackin
No lackin
It happens it happens
You trappin you stackin
Them funds we grabbin

No gimmicks no acting
I get the funds and then stack it
Bank the dollars then pass it
I hit the blunt then ash it
I'm rolling I'm high
I'm coolin that's no lie
I'm rubbin on her thighs
Desire in her eyes
They say rod where you been
It's been a min, since back then
And i tell em I been moving thru this hell
That I'm in
Sipping gin
Love the twins
My sisters and my sister kids
Bless my kin
Yeah I'm rapping but I do this shit for them
Let me tell em bruh
You ain't never had them hard nights
When you starving and you asking why our god ain't make it right
Hating life
But you swear with one strike you'd make it right
Now look at me I'm just living off the shit that made me fight

Straight to the face take a eighth
I'm getting baked
Straight to the bank I'm checking bags I'm getting cake
Straight from the mud with my blood
Yeah that my cuz
Coming out the jungle with my thugs
I see the love
Straight to the face take a eighth
I'm getting baked
Straight to the bank I'm checking bags I'm getting cake
Straight from the mud with my blood
Yeah that my cuz
Coming out the jungle with my thugs
I see the love
No slackin
No lackin
It happens it happens
You trappin you stackin
Them funds we grabbin
No slackin
No lackin
It happens it happens
You trappin you stackin
Them funds we grabbin

Whoa hold up
Let me tell they ass again
I been going so hard ain't it evident
That I come from a mold that was heaven sent
Never settling
Hit the medicine
Puff gas blow pass then I ash
Gotta do the whole thing on the dash
Told her imma help her work on her ass
Let me spazz
This is for all my niggas that's here
Ten toes be down homie we don't pretend
Me and Dre jack used to sip on the gin
Me and Sadies baby move a lot like twins
Me and maro b found hoes just to sin
Me banks and Benjy stayed rapping and shit
Them niggas was trapping and shit
And if you want beef they be packing and shit
Shut it down
Young rose coming home imma hold it down
I'm the best you ever heard imma run it now
I'm the new king of the fucking underground
Yeah I smoked the whole thing bring another pound
We some Dogs ass niggas like we from the pound
When I link we Wolfgang we always burn it down
By the time you'll here this we'll have another sound
I be throwing out hits like I'm on the mound

Straight to the face take a eighth
I'm getting baked
Straight to the bank I'm checking bags I'm getting cake
Straight from the mud with my blood
Yeah that my cuz
Coming out the jungle with my thugs
I see the love
Straight to the face take a eighth
I'm getting baked
Straight to the bank I'm checking bags I'm getting cake
Straight from the mud with my blood
Yeah that my cuz
Coming out the jungle with my thugs
I see the love
No slackin
No lackin
It happens it happens
You trappin you stackin
Them funds we grabbin
No slackin
No lackin
It happens it happens
You trappin you stackin
Them funds we grabbin