"I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money I need that money, that pow'r, respect I need that money, that pow'r, respect Wait, It's big 092MLBOA Teach you You gotta gun, nigga Me too, me too Fly down your block like an eagle (eagle) We makin' movies like regal (boom, boom, boom, boom) Teach you No, you can't hide, boy, I see you See you, you ain't getting bread nigga, g'd you Fuck is you talking bout? Back out, brush em Know some niggas that shoot you for nothin' Gang get to spin only morning, no politics ain't no discussions"
Mpr played through the speakers in the studio. It was a chill day so far, I mean it was December and it was brick as fuck outside. Niggas sat on the couch with their bubble jackets on bopping their heads to the beat.
"When we suppose to be shooting the video for Mpr?" Dread asked rolling up his blunt. He was at every studio session, Dread supported me since day one.
"I wanted to shoot that shit on the 19th, I got all this unreleased music but no videos to it" I bit the side of my bottom lip thinking about what to release next.
"Bro just let us know when, you know we stay outside" Seany spoke.
"No nigga you stay outside, fuck is you talking bout, it's mad fucking brick." Dafi mumbled.
Dafi's yellow ass hated the cold, his ass be shivering in 60° weather.
"Yo did anybody hear from Nappy?" Rah questioned.
"After I told that big nigga to race me I never heard from him again.." Carter smirked.
"Carter your ass acting like you be shivering niggas timbers out hea'" Dafi laughed.
"That nigga better be at Kay's place and not no fucking treesha, thats gon make me really pop him" Carter shrugged
"Ain't you the nigga that broke ol' girl heart though" Seany butted in.
"Nah that was all Mike dee fault" Carter half lied.
"Bro stop capping on my name before I tell Nappy to sit on you" Mike looked up from his phone.
