Master P, Nipsey Hussle, The Game - Toast lyrics

A lil' skinny nigga, call me underdog
Hanging with my partners
Parking out expensive cars
It's funny how the rock could
Change a nigga life
Went from sleeping on the floors to mattress
Fucking overnight
Took grandma to the church
Had to pay my ties 100 G's to the preacher
Should've seen his eyes
My aunty cry every time when
She see me strapped
But these lil' niggas will kill you
Life is just one trap
Keep my pistol cock homie
I don't fuck with cowards
Took my bitch out the hood
Here's a million dollars
Put my trust in God and I love haters
'Cause every time they talk shit, nigga
I get paper watch your enemies
You even got to watch your friends
Peter told Jesus he love Him
Then he did Him in
Bias calls this shit last year, man
This shit funny real niggas that turn bitch
Behind a lil' money
I thank God for my partners, my nigga Joey
'Cause when I was hurting
He ain't talked shit
He said pitch and throw it

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs
We had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Road enough swisher to this real shit
Still praying for the patience
Not to kill shit started off with crumbs
We had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit

It's the untouchable, grew up on a hostible
So it's nothing for me to kick in
The door and fuck with you
Tie you and your bitch up then
Hop in the truck with you
You die on your way to the track
The knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I'm fucking you
Gangsta hit it doggie style with
Chris Brown bumping through
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pie, sold dope
Drove Rraris, parked Masis
Crooked on Appalachian slopes
Hey yo P, you ain't seen a nigga like this be
But these auto memoirs are the go rope
Hollywood ever then the white
Boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker, my conscience for a logo
Ice tea and them bricks
I've been fucking with coco 11 years old
I had a triple beam before I had a GI Joe
Birds spotting boatload
That bitch life and a show cold
It's hard to trust hoes
You see what happened to Old Show
Yeah, ain't no limit to this real shit
Master and them P's says 12
It's time to kill shit

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs
We had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Road enough swisher to this real shit
Still praying for the patience
Not to kill shit started off with crumbs
We had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit