Mini Van

Yeah, G-Side we in the building
Crooked live, my nigga Deniro
Ay, you know usually I don't talk that work shit, man
We still in the hood, but since I'm fuckin' with you, man
I'ma take it there, fuck it
Show 'em how we got the money, yeah
Konstantin, what it do

Now I'm fucked up, I need help
Playin' 'round with this fire, I done burnt myself
Cookin' in the devil's kitchen, nigga
Better guard your soul before he get it, nigga
That's why I'm so wicked, nigga
Shit slowed up, ain't no money on the streets
Homegrown floatin' 'round and it's going for the cheap
Nigga owe me five stacks and ain't called me in a week
And I still owe my people, hell, they throw it to me free
But I'm still in the game even though it ain't for me
I ain't tryin' to be a victim to these mothafuckin' streets
Or be doin' twenty-five in a penitentiary
My nigga used to get them thangs shipped in from Tennessee
'Til somebody that he flexed came back, remember me?
He can't live to tell about it, hell, he just a memory
I can't stand fuckin' haters, just a waste of energy
Can't pay the price,
But I rolled my dice 'cause a nigga envy me (damn)

Two whole thangs with me, riding in a minivan
Kush got my eyes red like the devil has
Gotta feed the fam so I made dinner plans
Rollin' with my pistol so you know there's one off in my pants
Two cold blood killas riding in a minivan
Pillars on the block, servin' J's hand to hand
Gotta feed the fam so they made dinner plans
Watching for the feds that be jumpin' out the minivans

The ATF didn't kick my door this morning (yeah)
Today gon' be a good day (a good day)
We live it and spit it over beats
So you ain't gotta see it, all you gotta do is press play (play)
No cameras though, no prop guns (bow)
No speakin' if the mothafuckin' cops come (ha)
Matter fact, I think it was a setup
'Cause I ran out the back,
He ain't even try to get up (he ain't even try to get up)
No honor, and I wasn't expecting it
'Cause niggas treat the G-code like the old testament (old testament)
Hope the rap game save us (save us)
Before the trap game slave us, handcuff us in cages (cages)
So if we don't fuck with the majors than I got us a couple of capers
Plan to get us up some paper (up some paper)
So if you see that minivan full of blue eyes and curly hairs
Then the whole block better scram

Two whole thangs with me, riding in a minivan
Kush got my eyes red like the devil has
Gotta feed the fam so I made dinner plans
Rollin' with my pistol so you know there's one off in my pants
Two cold blood killas riding in a minivan
Pillars on the block, servin' J's hand to hand
Gotta feed the fam so they made dinner plans
Watching for the feds that be jumpin' out the minivans

Had to fly to Alabama 'cause they showin' niggas love
Clique'd up with G-Side, we gon' get it out the mud
In the hood with fifty thugs, they ain't goin' to no club
They just waitin' in the parking lot so they could shoot it up
I'm in Arkansas with Big Meech and weighin' it up
Flyin' back to my city then just pay him his cut
Real talk, well I'm well connected and I'm well respected
My face good, I can get it on credit
Okay, I'm from Alabama but I've been smokin' California (yeah)
Get the reggie from Texas and get the mid from Arizona (Arizona)
Pack came in last Sunday
I need a good Friday,
Had four straight Mondays (four straight Mondays)
Used to have the whole thang gone in one day (one day)
You could get the whole thang for the one K (one K)
That's how I got the Chevy thang with the dumb paint (dumb paint)
Flip the whole thang up for the feng shui (yeah)

Two whole thangs with me, riding in a minivan
Kush got my eyes red like the devil has
Gotta feed the fam so I made dinner plans
Rollin' with my pistol so you know there's one off in my pants
Two cold blood killas riding in a minivan
Pillars on the block, servin' J's hand to hand
Gotta feed the fam so they made dinner plans
Watching for the feds that be jumpin' out the minivans



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Writer(s): Alexander John Martinez
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