Verse 1: Peter Gunz
Uh come on come on come on
Uh and I see you
This is it
In '97 I made plans to see mo' money
In '98 I blasted out in the phat 420
When I hit the block kids stop look and stare
Girls they point "Yo that's that nigga over there"
I get a lotta love lotta hate
Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake
Now they calling me fake
Shit back they was calling me love
Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood
See it be the ones you know scheming on the low
Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your Rol'
I drift, to the past where there's no riches
No hits and no chips and no bitches
Just another cat named Peter
Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre
Now life a little sweeter
I'm in the dealer
Coppin' a drop
On the beach in Hawaii with Mariah, wop!
Laying up in Wakiki, MTV, figures why these niggas wanna envy me
Maybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me
Because I ball you got it in me?
But Ima
Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq
(keep on)
Ballin' 'til the day I die
Keep climbing 'til I reach the sky, Ima (keep on)
Getting money cause it's meant for I
I deserve yo I went for mine Ima (keep on)
And even though you hope I fail
I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)
And to my sisters in the struggle alone
And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)
Verse 2: Lord Tariq
Yo in the early days of the Lord everything was shey-shey
Everyday was pay day
Selling nickels and dimes
Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88
I still he
