In the game for mad years, paid the whole lot of dues in it
Hungry, starvin' in beast mode, live by the street code
Gun, knife or bat I'm yellin' out, “Hold that”
Before a e-mail I served fiends off the pager
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
I did some trife shit and hype shit
When the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
But real niggaz push up with the clips
'Til you're hit, all the tissue come off
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good
A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
Graveyard shift, my guns with the laser spit
A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
Now I did a lot of shit for a green piece of paper
Yeah, on the grind every night that's why I don't write shit
My niggaz is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this bitch
Skin's real thick, you could look at the scar lines
Room full of scholars, bet you it's a fool in it
A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
Gettin' high, dreamin' 'bout a green piece of paper
Reflection, my section, shit's gettin' thicker
Lord help us, you gotta know we possessed
Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin' to fold that
Where niggaz take your shit like the repo
Used to go hand-to hand, rob niggaz man-to-man
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
It's somethin' on the chest 'cause none of my niggaz rest
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
Sometimes in my mind, I be still on the yard time
Things we do
I formed my teams, I was on the scene thinkin' major
A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
But then I learned livin' from the lies
When I could see my demon in the cup of the liquor
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
I'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard times
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across
Never bite the hand that feeds you, but the rules is different
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
Hoppin' out the hoopty or the van 'cause I ain't have a plan
Let it go, you better duck, don't look up in this bitch
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
Both drop the same jewel boy, better get it it's your time
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
So called brother in the hood
'Cause love don't mix with the liquor you should know that
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
Who am I to argue or fight or bicker
We came to body some, we ain't shook up in this bitch
I guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess
Yeah, I learn my wisdom from the wise
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
Hittin' the bar time, crunches to the push-ups to the dips
But nope I say it's God time
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
