How It Go

(Sanchez ya digg)
Aye you know how it go, aint really nothin to it
A fresh batch, bust it down and get to runnin thru it
Yeah you know how it go, finna cruise the city
A pile of paper on my lap beside the Ruger semi
Shit you know how it go, the switch for safety off
Aint paranoid, just really cant afford to take a loss
Already know im going out alone
And any given day could be the last, shit that just how it go
Heard it dont make dollars, dont make sense
And i aint take a break since, different day same shit
Gettin paid, cant quit, them numbers my language
Wont ever change unless we talkin bout 20s for Franklins
Been thumbin thru faces, feel the callous on my fingertips
The family gotta eat so i dont even trip, leave a tip
Leave at least a zip back, spliff hang off the bottom lip
Told the plug Im ready just lemme know when the product ship
My hustle heavy, steady pressure applied
No second guessin the grind, got a treasure to find
Aye the game been good to me a couple lessons aside
Its just somethin bout countin paper that refreshens the vibe
Out here catchin it live, its comin right up off the concrete
Betcha we just barely gettin started when you fall asleep
Pocket watchin niggas always worried bout the wrong thing
Sayin all money aint good, fuck does yall mean
Aye you know how it go, aint really nothin to it
A fresh batch, bust it down and get to runnin thru it
Yeah you know how it go, finna cruise the city
A pile of paper on my lap beside the Ruger semi
Shit you know how it go, the switch for safety off
Aint paranoid, just really cant afford to take a loss
Already know im going out alone
And any given day could be the last, shit that just how it go
The shit was up to me, everybody be havin
Never hated on nobody elses bag and always helped if i could
Lets keep it real, it aint no question bout it, well understood
You feel you treated different, prolly shot yourself in the foot
Package in, from what they tellin its good
But damn near anything gon sell in the hood, just gotta make it shake
Made it back safely, shit time to go celebrate with steak
Ghetto nigga, still smoke swishers and eat off paper plates
Lil bitch just hit me, made her wait, got business tendin to
You tryna work just holler we can set up a lil interview
Heard all that fussin bout shooters and what they finna do
Shit funny they dont like you for nothin and cant get rid of you huh
Could ask my mama, back in middle school was settin shop
Told her then id prolly never stop, that just the way it go
Sometimes be trippin on thinkin how far we made it tho
Just gettin into cash and layin low, bitch try to play me let it blow
Aye you know how it go, aint really nothin to it
A fresh batch, bust it down and get to runnin thru it
Yeah you know how it go, finna cruise the city
A pile of paper on my lap beside the Ruger semi
Shit you know how it go, the switch for safety off
Aint paranoid, just really cant afford to take a loss
Already know im going out alone
And any given day could be the last, shit that just how it go