it ain t all about the ice all the nights a nigga sacrificed it ain t all about these hoes i know how it feel to go broke it ain t all about the cars i grind and i grind hard it ain t all about these clothes my nigga dead god bless his soul ever since my grand daddy died i ain t been da same nigga and sickle cell all inside my lil sister i m fucked up inside put more lean inside my system every day i tell god i wish snoop was still living i ain t forgot about ya nigga free band gang winning i do shit for lonzo a junkee stabbed my nigga that could of been me serving you don t know the half my nigga the weight i m dealing with i just might start killing shit i hit the studio vibing spitting the realest shit i shouldve seen a psychiatrist i was built for this on the road of riches ain t about a bitch no dvs s no wink kiss paid dues are overdue this shit ain t bout my neck or wrist real shit it ain t all about the glitter and the gleam it ain t what it seem but i m grinding like a blender i m a whip into i get that cream i keep it g who keep it g with me i fuck with who gone fuck with me it ain t all about these bitches death to you snitches i ll die by these riches i m on a countership with ceelo rest in peace to prime and free my nigga auto you niggas wanna be lo but you can never be lo cause you can never see lo thousand dollar shots on my face i m coolin it i rock the gold keeping it basic it ain t bout the gliss i want the type of check i can make my niggas rich alot of people talk that loyalty don t know what it is have you ever been so broke you don t even wanna live so fucked up to the point that funerals can share the tears gotta grind so fucking hard the shit bring you to tears forgot to call my momma on her birthday god bless the kid phone barely ringing now it s ringing till it s dead i m bout to run dem m s up mutha fuck the feds got my money in a wall ain t fucking up my bread i had a talk with the most high and this is what he said 2