Interlude Lyrics

I rock Louisville red on these hoes,fuck around get some head from these hoes

Still makin' my bread off these hoes, cause pimpin' ain't dead, you should know

I'm Bishop Magic Don on these hoes, they callin' me a god with the flow

My niggas sellin' hard for the low, now come fuck with the stars, you can roll

Let's take a stroll, let's go and you know how I'm comin', still slummin

My niggas sellin' white like Phil Drummond, I give her different strokes and she love it

A-Hyphen stay, piping late night and they like it, I did it, they bite it

I spit it, they recycle it, then recite it like they wrote it, but they ain't write it, oh no

Do it for my riders, do it for my hustlers

You don't fuck with me, my niggas or my family, then nigga, I don't trust ya

Uh, for my squad, four deep ridin' down the boulevard

On a mission and we winnin', lookin' for what come up, so we can get them millions

Chase bands, make plans, get on it, same friends ain't switch on me

I chase my dreams, I ain't quit, homie, even when they said I wasn't shit, homie

They can't shit on me like they constipated, my nerves antsy, I need doctor's patience

You ain't talkin' money, what's the conversation, keep your two cents, cause the talk is basic, bitch