Rolex Chain ft. DJ Kay Slay & Rydadie Ty Lyrics

Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay

AKA slap your favorite DJ

You already know what the fuck it is

I'm in the building with my niggas

Washed Money Entertainment

My nigga J Dot., the CEO

Westside niggas getting that guap

Name of the joint right here, is called Words of a Hustler

J Dot., pop off on these faggot ass niggas, man

The motherfuckin' mixtape, Hustler's Handbook

Let's go!

DJ Kay Slay, drama king in the motherfuckin' building

My nigga J Dot., you already know what it is

R.I.P. to my nigga DJ Kay Slay, man

Westside niggas gettin' that guap

I know y'all know yoll Eastside niggas in New York

Was gettin' that motherfuckin' guap, too

My nigga J Dot

Yo, let's go, nigga

Daddy was at work

Momma coming home soon

Tryna to get the fuck outside

Soon as I got up out of school

Gave us shelter, gave us food

Tried to implement some rules

But the ones we looked up to

Was getting money, they was cool

Weston was my dog

His mama never was at home

So we copped and bagged the drugs

At his house like we was grown

I miss my nigga, R.I.P. to Dodo

Solid nigga, but this world we in is so cold

Life is crazy how it's gone play, we don't know

I had two parents in the house and still sold dope

A.J. gone, Gully took the suicidal route

Dave never caught a case

He going in, I'm coming out

We all drinking Thunderbird

And Kool-Aid, Mike B. mama house

He killed a nigga last year

He locked up for a body now

Never thought I'd do a dime in jail, and Wes ain't sent a dime

It's crazy, Ronnie told me, fuck the streets and get a job

Ronnie was the nigga getting it

Dre bad ass, got grown and got on killer shit

Selling weed up in school, got my book bag thick

Bought my first Rolex chain, and I ain't looked back since

Life is choices, I just pray you pick em' right, nigga

Cause you just might have to deal with them for life, nigga

Seventeen offered me to go to military

Declined just to end up 20 at my first preliminary, it's crazy

Yo, life about choices, my nigga

DJ Kay Slay, Drama King of the building

It's like the choices you make now could like

Could hinder you twenty years from now, my nigga

Real talk

You know what the motherfuckin' hustler is

I'm from Cleveland, nigga

Where even music is political

If you don't fuck with who the DJ's fuck with

He ain't spinning you

I don't dick ride, man, that shit fake

Ain't no DJ in my city, host my mixtape

Sweat and tears on these beats, fuck promotion, nigga

Had to feature Young Ray, so radio can notice nigga

R.I.P. to Kay Slay, you the GOAT, my nigga

Hosted my mixtape, and you ain't even know a nigga

Sent the vocals, but I went to jail before I finished

200 bands and my dumb ass ain't open no business

25, ain't see the future forward, important

Ain't catch a deal before they caught me snoring, a warrant

That they ain't have before they kicked my door in, they forced it

Two hundred cash and I ain't need endorsements, want Porsches

Was married to the money, never boring, divorced her

She left me and cheated with law enforcement, that hurt me

No money left, out on bond tryna make it happen

Should've left the streets

I probably would've made it rapping

Bishop told me sell that song to

Bun B and Shawn McGee

But I was greedy, I made that song for me

Still dealing with old choices, that's past tense

Bought my Rolex chain at 14, ain't looked back since

Rydadie Ty, damn he died before we could make a song

Miss my brother, man, how you died before I made it home

That's crazy

My nigga J Dot., you already know how the fuck we do this shit

R.I.P. Rydadie Ty, man

R.I.P. Big Mann, man

R.I.P. all my niggas man

That we lost along the way though, man

Got choices to make all day, man

Every day you got a thousand of them to make nigga

Pick the right one man

For real