Street Pastor

We get busy know the business gone get handled
You not knot up gang if Beezi G ain't stamp ya
Started slow then it started coming faster
I'm blessing all my people, I'm the street pastor
Never met my pops they say that ima rich lil bastard
Young king ran it up, I'm counting bucks up in my castle
If I see the folks then you think my name was Casper
If I see that sac you know I'm going for the tackle

Insurance, my neck flooded I just spent me $1800
That's nun, I get money feel a rush soon as I touch it
I fell in love with shawty but I hate the way she thug me
Her head a1 and plus the pussy good so I'm like fuck it
I gotta ride with some degree on me cause I smoke musty
I can't ride without the heat on me cause niggas mugging
Police hit the block and did a sweep just like they dusting
Ian talmbout no bikes when I say all my niggas clutching
I'm married to the money baby I can't be yo husband
Really might do you dirty kick you out when we done fucking
Spend it get it right back might blow a bag just cause its Monday
Was tryna catch a blessing but Ian see the church on Sunday
This cup come straight from out the ditch cause all I drink is muddy
Young nigga couldn't eat for shit now look my pockets chubby
You told me you'd be there for me I turned around you wasn't
I smoke weed ain't no stressing me, counting up my specialty, trap booming like Mickey Dee's

We get busy know the business gone get handled
You not knot up gang if Beezi G ain't stamp ya
Started slow then it started coming faster
I'm blessing all my people, I'm the street pastor
Never met my pops they say that ima rich lil bastard
Young king ran it up, I'm counting bucks up in my castle
If I see the folks then you think my name was Casper
If I see that sac you know I'm going for the tackle



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Writer(s): Bradley Griffin
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