[Chorus]
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see I don't wanna hurt you papi
[Verse 1]
No I don't usually rap about crack and all that
I ain't doing the Devil's job, nah, f*** that
And I don't usually just rap to jaw jack
But I'ma take you back, way back, before rap
Before I had to fight with a kid got clapped
Before all of my fist fights and nap nap
I grind full time son, VA was the jump off
In somebody's city with mad c**e to dump off
Nah, we ain't come to act wild
We came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vial
Make a couple of big n***** turn fragile
Get some money, shoot a few n***** and then be out
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit it
We wanted it so we had to get out and go get it
So every month I was uptown
Tryin' to get papi's high a** c**e price to come the f*** down
[Chrous]
[Verse 2]
I was livin' like a moron, the old E days
The game is a oxymoron; we sold free base
My partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to face
Soon as I turn my back he made the screw face
I know he want my spot
He know he got to kill me to get it
I don't care if I'm found guilty or acquitted
n***** gon' feel me on some shiddit
Cuz they know I'm a n**** that did it
Not just a n**** that spit it
Send you to the bottomless pizzit
Then go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visit
Yo, come here exquisite, um nah forget it
I'ma stick to the script so n***** can get with it
Martinsville, Virginia, Richmond, sittin' in the kitchen
Crackhead cookin' up the batch then
Not matchin', same draws with s*** stains
Sellin' the same s*** somebody sold to Rick James
[Chorus]
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see I don't wanna hurt you papi
[Verse 1]
No I don't usually rap about crack and all that
I ain't doing the Devil's job, nah, f*** that
And I don't usually just rap to jaw jack
But I'ma take you back, way back, before rap
Before I had to fight with a kid got clapped
Before all of my fist fights and nap nap
I grind full time son, VA was the jump off
In somebody's city with mad c**e to dump off
Nah, we ain't come to act wild
We came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vial
Make a couple of big n***** turn fragile
Get some money, shoot a few n***** and then be out
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit it
We wanted it so we had to get out and go get it
So every month I was uptown
Tryin' to get papi's high a** c**e price to come the f*** down
[Chrous]
[Verse 2]
I was livin' like a moron, the old E days
The game is a oxymoron; we sold free base
My partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to face
Soon as I turn my back he made the screw face
I know he want my spot
He know he got to kill me to get it
I don't care if I'm found guilty or acquitted
n***** gon' feel me on some shiddit
Cuz they know I'm a n**** that did it
Not just a n**** that spit it
Send you to the bottomless pizzit
Then go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visit
Yo, come here exquisite, um nah forget it
I'ma stick to the script so n***** can get with it
Martinsville, Virginia, Richmond, sittin' in the kitchen
Crackhead cookin' up the batch then
Not matchin', same draws with s*** stains
Sellin' the same s*** somebody sold to Rick James
[Chorus]