Spesh on Center Stage
Ayo
I took my money and stacked up grands
Don't ask me what's my backup plan, shyt, I can't say
All I know is that I can't play
And I don't need a plan B to take away energy from my plan A
Huh, before I had a fanbase
I was inside of my San Fran place prayin' the land straight
I miss the money that they can't trace
Hard to hide a million dollars when it's inside of Uncle Sam face
Judge a man by his handshake
Every member of my squad built a bond that they can't break
I stashed work at my aunt's place
Both of my aunts rushed to find where I hid it, now that's an ant's race
Huh, I can't wait to get out of here
R.I.P. to my mama bear
I left the streets 'cause these nikkas snitchin' for free
I don't want to be in the station for information they volunteer
Huh, so I don't care 'bout the chips you made
The money don't change your insufficient ways
Put you nikkas in an instant grave
Say you on a trip to Hell with all of the expenses paid
Huh, prison turned men to slaves
Became a slave to his pen, start snitchin' and was sentenced days
One brick is a beginner phase
These nikkas get one brick and then they wan sit center stage
Trust