Toast 2 That
Freddie Gibbs, Cousin Stizz
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Let's toast to that, yeah I gotta' make a toast for all my real niggas out there, man All my niggas in the jail, man, we always think about you, bro Keep your head up high, for real, for real 'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (free Vonte) Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig But we with you, you feel me? Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Shawty talk crazy, we in all black We in black mask, all my niggas strapped Ayy, man, let's toast to that We been gettin' money from the jump (from the jump) I came through, felony inside my trunk, ayy Before rap, niggas been about them guns Before rap, niggas been on these chumps, ooh I don't how we posed to fake all the funk Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that F*ck your bitch, and I take her on trips But ain't no postin' that I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold a bag One partner cut every seven grams soda, that's good crack I mix it up with B-Tweezy, my nigga Vitamins good for my geekers, my nigga The blow Trader Joe got that organic dope And a hunnid packs stuffed in the freezer, my nigga We dumpin, and drop it out Bussin' packets like Pitbull, we poppin' off I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm above the law Nigga, f*ck the law (nigga f*ck the) I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that Made a couple million, can't let a hoe get close to that I told papi to rock it, one lock and I sent that coca back I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold a bag Tryna find my next story never meant so much Invices never cared about my age either Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the story goes the same, the family And only I, can be the teacher in the end
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Written by: Enoch Harris, Tedd Boyd, Stephen Goss, Fredrick Tipton
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