CoAstal Shit (feat. Erv100 & Joe Fresco)

Gotta lots of shit to lose
Even more shit to gain
Throwin money in the air watch fall down like rain
Grew up in the game so a nigga gone play
If you ain't neva risked it all sorry you just can't relate
While you waitin on the bus We on the way to the bank
Got 10racks on the line can't afford no mistakes
Package touchdown errytime let my folks know We straight
Buss it all down hit the streets and get paid
Tell my girl I'm coming home late picking up cake
Dinner on my plate
Know a G gone eat
Never sleep cuzz da money on creep
When you hear two beeps come out front to the jeep
Brown paper bag under the passenger seat
Leave the bread on the floor homey see you next week
Hit my nigga jiggy Joe what's goin down on the west coast
Let a nigga know holmes

Same shit on my side
Playin shit low key but still tryna high side
Couple things bubbulatin but often the game gets
Suffocating like eatin biscuits from Popeyes
Careful swimmin in these bitches they'll try to drown ya
Catching plays in the endzone they wanna down ya
And to ya pockets just continue to sock it
Cuz when you broke Even the homies try to clown ya
These days I'm just putting in the work
So for a verse I can holla out 3k
On these tracks with my team running it like relays
Sportin fly shit in the game like E-A
Goin hard for da paper
Reppin for da playas
Callin plays like a coordinator
Gold rangs diamonds shinnin and figaros
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows