Symba - Serve lyrics

Yeah (Goddamnit, Cas) , yeah

My uncle Ronnie was home all day
He be trappin' at night
I told him I want in,  he said, "No
'cause you might risk your life"
He slang behind the 7-Eleven
That's where them boys shoot dice
I hate that alley, 'cause in third grade
Them niggas stole my bike
He said, "I'ma start you out with weed
So stay away from the white "
"And if your mama find out
I'ma whoop your young ass twice" he told me
"Watch for who you serve with and
Keep them boys out your business"
"Because them same niggas you servin' with
Ends up as a witness"

Okay now, that's what's up
I get the rules, sign me up
First I get the money, then I get the power
Then I get the girls, now I'm up
If I go to jail, my girl post bail
And I'll be right back in no time
Just like that
Catch a case, I let my lawyer fight back
And I'll be OT tryna find a flight back

I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve
Nigga, where the work? (yeah)

Sittin' on the hood of this
New drop I just bought
Got shit clicking in my hood
Product move 'round the clock
Now these niggas lookin' at me
Like they want my life
These the same motherfuckers that
Stole my bike now I'm up a hundred grand and
I feel like the man
I'm like ten times richer than
My first ten bands
And my mama wanna know where
I'm gettin' this cake
I told her, "Mama, don't worry
'cause your bills ain't late, " huh

Now I'm up, rich as fuck
Pockets full, mattress stuffed
Benz, Bimmer, and a Bentley truck
Two phones, one just for the plug
Two girls just to count it up
Got a stashhouse for the cash count
Turned my whole block to a grow op
I might grow legal in this grass house

I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?

Drug sales, crack fumes
Liquid heroin in bottles of perfume
I should probably go to church soon
Or God gon' make me leave Earth soon
I should be washed in water
I served a lady with an infant daughter
I don't know why I do what I do
Yes, I do, I do it for dollars
Drug sales, crack fumes
Liquid heroin in bottles of perfume
I should probably go to church soon
Or God gon' make me leave Earth soon
I should be washed in water
I served a lady with an infant daughter
I don't know why I do what I do
Yes, I do, I do it for dollars

I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?
I'm tryna serve nigga, where the work?

Nigga, where the work?
Nigga, where the work?
Nigga, where the work?
Nigga, where the work?