Toast 2 That

Let's toast to that, yeah

I gotta' make a toast for all my real *****s out there, man

All my *****s in the jail,

Man, we always think about you, bruh

Keep your head up high, for real, for real

'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (Free 'Vonte)

Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig

But we with you, you feel me?

Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real **** never die, so let's toast to that

Real **** never die, so let's toast to that

Real **** never die, so let's toast to that

Shawty talk crazy, we in all black

We in black masks, all my *****s strapped

Ayy, man, let's toast to that

We been gettin' money from the jump (From the jump)

I came through, felony inside my trunk (Inside my trunk)

Before rap, *****s been about them dumps, ooh

Before rap, *****s been on these c****s, ooh

I don't how we 'posed to fake all the funk

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real **** never die, so let's toast to that

Real **** never die, so let's toast to that

Real **** never die, so let's toast to that

Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that

**** your *****, and I take her on trips

But ain't no postin' that (No postin' that *****)

I had to put in that work,

For the set, 'fore I sold the bag

Whip hard and cut every seven grams,

Sold her this good crack (Woo, woo, woo)

I mix it up with the b-tweezy, my *****

Vitamins good for my geekers, my *****

The blow Trader Joe, got that organic ****

And a hunnid packs stuffed in the freezer, my *****

We dumpin', and drop it out

Bussin' packets like pimple, we poppin' off

I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw

Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm Above the Law

*****, **** the law (***** **** the)

I just cut off all my *******, so let's toast to that

Made a couple million, can't let a ho get close to that

I told papi the rock it wasn't lockin',

I sent that coca back

I had to put in that work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag

Tryna find my next drug never meant so much

And vices never cared about my age either

Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the steering wheels the same

The family

And only I could be the teacher in the end