(Chorus – Mistah F.A.B.)
But up until then
I’ma be thugging inside them project buildings
They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children
Riding on waves and we can make a million, billion
But up until then
But up until then
But up until then
(Verse 1 – Mistah F.A.B)
Let’s say I’m in the room with a bi**h, and the ho don’t wanna f**k
Like a man, I’ma beat my meat, then get my f**king nut for sure
That’s just how we do it in the O bruh
Oh what, you ain’t know bruh?
Yeah, that’s that old school jewel bruh
I used to slap that s**t everyday at school bruh
Brought that s**t back, now that old slap sound new bruh
Rack after rack after stacks, I got pool buzz
Rich ni**a but I’m still in the…bruh
Candy paint, got the whip looking wet bruh
I’m shining bruh
And like my nephew Young Pharaoh, big timing bruh
And if them s**kers outside then we sliding bruh
I swear to god man them ni**as in hiding bruh
And we ain’t wasting no shots on civilians bruh
Too busy plotting on ways to make a million bruh
(Chorus – Mistah F.A.B. & IamSu!)
But up until then
I’ma be thugging inside them project buildings
They blowing them cookies, that’s all the ghetto children
Riding on waves and we can make a million, billion
But up until then
I be grinding, skateboard the way I’m riding
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then
I be grinding, skateboard the way I’m riding
I act broke, you act rich, we both lying
But up until then
(Verse 2 – Boosie Badazz)
Up until then I be ducking the pen to get a break
Helping all the project children have faith
One shot for the kids doing bids where I stay
One shot for the ni**as doing bids in The Bay
And we pray we gon make it but god he seem busy
Til then we got hope for pounds and plenty chicken
Damn we was poor as a kid, I’m reminiscing
Steal that ni**a’s drawers and wallet, had to get ‘em
S**t I know the feeling when your brother in jail
And your daddy on coke, and your sister a ho
Sh*t don’t give up though, you gon make it
Remember when the ghetto child making people hate it
Remember money easy to get, but hard to save it
Remember when pain come in your life, gotta take it
I know you lose hope when you’re looking at your mama, the drama
But you can be Obama
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Mistah F.A.B.)
You getting money bruh? Acting funny bruh?
Like Mac Dre, they don’t ever hear your Tommy bruh
They say Fab, bring the movement back
Dope, bro what you gon’ do with that?
You in the hood bruh? Is it good bruh?
Forty fifth, same corner where you stood bruh
Are you a G bruh, just like me bruh
Heard you’re selling tree, from an eighth to a P bruh
Gettting stacks bruh? Like that bruh?
Your name ain’t never came on that RapFacts bruh
Oh you solid bruh, got a couple dollars bruh
Did your time, you ain’t tell on your partners bruh
Getting money bruh? Staying under bruh?
Bout to bring out your trophies for the summer bruh?
They think they know, but they don’t know
Just make em wonder bruh
Keep doing your thing little ni**a, boy you coming up
(Repeat Chorus)
