Sonatine

[Produced by Lee Bannon] [Intro] [Verse 1: Wiki] Critics critique 'cus they be reaping whatever we flood through the streets I'm done with the weak hoes, I'm coming for cheats I'm running my mouth, I want it, I'm coming for keeps Thought I be bumpin discrete, I bump in the club and it's heat Gave 'em the one that was fleet, gave 'em the one that was free What more you want out of me Y'all don't follow but think about when you preach The amount that you speaking The amount my accountant be counting receipts They blunted and drugging While you cowards critique I does it for all of my thunnies is hungry Plus they get blunted my youngins is wildin' with me [Hook: Wiki] I does it for y'all, don't do it for them I does it because Half of the shit that they callin' gems, man it be duds I need to drop jewels, I know they need jewels Give 'em more jewels than the neighborhood I grew in I does it for y'all, don't do it for them I does it because Half of the shit that they callin' gems, man it be duds I need to drop jewels, I know they need jewels Give 'em more jewels than the neighborhood that I grew in I do it for you [Post-Hook: Wiki] You, you, you I do it for you [Verse 2: Wiki] Reality kicked in right after the child in me kicked in And I been kicking all type of shit off the dome and I'm lifted Shit is significant, if I quit it, got a bitch with a business And I'm mixed with a immigrant lineage, you gon' list it How you gon' depict it, give it a label, stop it I do it for Slick and do it for the paper I am the Pope, now that's just a joke I'm not the hope I'm looking to y'all So look to yourself, that's looking to God I do it for you, I do it for y'all I do it for every cat that be throwin it on, whatever they on [Hook: Wiki] [Verse 3: Slicky Boy] Find a place that's anonymous No questions asked it's obvious It's the L.E.S representers Live hopes and finesse the kid Roll 'em over, hold on soldier, pull the trigger Feel no mercy, the name of the game Stay in your lame if you living like a broke Not situated if you give in for the bucks In God I trust I'ma hit it with the trucks Lay his ass cold, I don't give a fuck That's how it is when you raised in the streets Skatin' through traffic, nigga that's me Dimes for dubs all for the low I'm working real hard helping the fam Mom raising a man, dad went and ran Damn, what have I learned Love is a bond, trust is a key Everything second of me Throw in the towel, I'm working for hours tryna get by I'm sick of the bickering, sick of the lies My mind on the future, I had to get mine I'm tryna fuck bitches, I ain't got the time I got all my niggas, I'm out of my grind [Hook: Wiki]