Da Mafia 6ix, Fiend - Why Must I Sweat da Track lyrics

I say why must I, why must I
Why must I sweat da track?
Cause, I got green, I got pills, syrup
And I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone
On a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me

Standin' on the track
Tryin' to get the paper
Babe in these shoes hoes catch a vapor
Ten toes down on you motherfucking haters
Bout to pour up me a motherfucking eighter
Roll me a blunt, pullin' me a stunt
Looking for them junkies
Tryin' to give 'em what they want
See I got crack and I got pills
And I got powder and I got deals around here

Catch me out here on my new track shit
No mo' corners
I'm in these white clubs ya snitch
I be the first to admit I ain't no role model
But, I keep that white girl 'n these
White girls are like super models
In that bathroom, blowin' lines, blowin' time
Gettin' blowjobs the whole times
Blowin' minds
I switched the track up for better
I'm in some better places
Bringin' blow money
Said it to these puppy dog faces

I say why must I, why must I
Why must I sweat da track?
Cause, I got green, I got pills, syrup
And I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone
On a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me

I'm a raised, made it out the projects
Thirty one, lost none
Never used the bone flex
Everyone I look up to is traitin'
That's bullshit
Niggas eat steak while I'm locked
Up in this bitch
I'm thinkin' that they gonna kick the door in
But they never did, I'm all alone like Legend
I put this on God
I don't fucks with 'em no mo'
Housed up on the fourth floor
Koopsta ain't no damn hoe

I say why must I, why must I
Why must I sweat da track?
Cause, I got green, I got pills, syrup
And I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone
On a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me

I hear you gangsta, but that's not true
On the block got these people being lied to
Clockers sellin' bullshit
He tryin' to devise you lil bih
A hard hoe out here can't be
Blind to the cold out here
Didn't go, not a clue
Why they do nuttin' here
Had the crack, say "oh what do we got here?"
As sure as refused to had on
Fake shit even close to me
Motherfuck their side
They plan on smokin' me
24 karat rosary, playas in that smoke glow up
We just hopin' that this work, don't slow up
You throw up, roll up, pour up
Mafia 6ix and Fiend -
Every neighbourhood know us!

I say why must I, why must I
Why must I sweat da track?
Cause, I got green, I got pills, syrup
And I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone
On a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me