Blow It Up - Jim Jones, Sen City, King Jigg

With the coke price at a all time high

How the fuck we supposed to eat

Got grown man praying to God hoping for rake in prices

Game is twisted got these young niggas running in banks without A gun

Talking bout they pulling scams niggas acting like they scared to Sell Yayo

Where the hustlers at

My soldiers keep on lock

Can’t ride without the piece no more

Almost fifty a gram God damn

How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)

I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)

Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)

Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch

But I ain’t even hit it so

Jones

Uncle Ricky need bail money

That was a

He had a substance problem started off selling bricks

I thought that was very clear (true story)

Thirty years out of his life never snitched

Shit that is very rare

And my little buzzer Renny he beat the death penalty

That was heaven to ma ears I would do it all over again

I wouldn’t change nothing at all

And all the coke that I sold I would move it all again

I’m getting ahead of maself chill

Let me reel it back in

I was dealing crack when

There was no cell phones and I swear it was iller back then

It was beepers on streets first Mac ten

Uncle Ronnie had the old black benz

And they say that I’d be iller now

I used to let the Mac go off just to watch the shells spill

And now mother fucker let me spell it out

UPS and I need my tracking number when I mail it out

Mo fuckaz play too much but I bet that on some chill

Fuck you and your friends I slay two slugs in em

And I got a the bomb dicl that will make you

My soldiers keep on lock

Can’t ride without the piece no more

Almost fifty a gram God damn

How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)

I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)

Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)

Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch

But I ain’t even hit it so

It’s me nigga

Mama raised a boy the streets made me man

Why the fuck you think ma heart froze

Late nights on the corner

Twelve to a skinny big thirty eight (ninety eight)

Young boy shooting on the block

Shit they say I caught a body like wondo

Sparked at crossroads four billion up

North road heading on state road

Some niggas ain’t get a date

Real life betting on murphy and

Came up broke we as hungry as stomach

Turn a work to a pack I was pitching and dodging

To fuck these bitches they the least

Gossip with they friends in the next nigga V

Niece on max with the nine in the seat

Before took the stand he used to be the plug sheets

Now it’s fifty

My soldiers keep on lock

Can’t ride without the piece no more

Almost fifty a gram God damn

How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)

I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)

Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)

Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch

But I ain’t even hit it so

It’s me nigga

Go, ain’t got clocks in the roley unless the time tick

I’m on the beretta is ma little sidekick

Bitch got a hold in your life told her hold on she my bitch

Then went and put that daytona shit on my side bitch

Cruising fly whips tryna with the drop in it do the limit

But further move with the mop in it

Once I seen them cooking for me I looked at the pot different

On the rise to the top you gotta drop niggas

Been a hot nigga don’t worry I put in work

A nigga make a move and the shotty will put in work

And all you gonna hear is that shawty was in his

I done took so much trip that I probably go bizarre

We fell in love with the coco with a lil coke flow

Everyday we hustling the same shit

Knew the neighbor wanted coke so I had to get my own flow

Niggas gonna hustle in the main strip

My soldiers keep on lock

Can’t ride without the piece no more

Almost fifty a gram God damn

How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord)

I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it)

Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)

Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch

But I ain’t even hit it so