Really Rich

I'ma blow, I swear to God, them 50 Boyz we ballin' hard

23rd, I got a call, that Curt died it Left me scarred

Man, free my 50z, out them bars Reminiscing about the times that we Was hoppin out them cars

Trapping making plays I'm serving Za up out a pickle jar

Ayy, boy, I do this for my whole Team, not just for myself

Tryna put my niggas on, Aye tryna Buy my mom a home

Aye told lil Dios, That I got em, Boy, you know you not alone

Aye 50 gang, we stand alone If you Ain't gang, can't get a song

Hoppin' out that car, you know we Bound to leave a nigga gone

They know my gang they comin' Home, I leave the house, can't take The phone

Ain't never gave a fuck, I never even Gave a hoe a bone