Servin Myself - Money Man

I was on Waldrop servin' myself

I was on Candler, I was servin' myself

I was on the trap, I was servin' myself

Servin' half blind, they don’t know how that felt

Servin' no peripheral, they don’t know how that felt

Stuffin' grams, dog, don’t know how that felt

Drop a pin, dog, I’ma bring 'em to you

I’ll fuck around, got chills in the booth

She was thirty deep in the spot, I was solo

Hoppin' out, walkin' in, servin' him ten bowls

Servin' these niggas from the backseat on Glenwood

Then a nigga car steal a case out of Ellenwood

Ridin' through serenade, catchin' them plays

Used to throw the profit on the bitches at Blaze

Columbia, dry serve a nigga at Checkers

Hit a lot of licks, we was livin' real reckless

Me and B, with his lil' bro had to strike

Left a hundred-K in the crib at night

Drop a whole pint in the red at night

12 got behind us and we fled that night

caught a red-eye flight

Shot by himself, could’ve lost my life

I’m seein' death, keeps me cryin' at night

I’m seein' death, it’s cryin' at night

Hit a few plugs that weren’t my worth

I don’t understand, had to feed my child

They don’t understand, had to feed my mama

Runnin' my city with a dirty ass chopper

Me and ran up with shawty

We was at the house, countin' eighty-K large

Real deal trap shit, why would I lie?

Real deal scam shit, why would I lie?

took my eye

I ain’t ever let a nigga take my fire

Smoke, hit a lick, then we dropped it on me

Shawty hit a lick, then dropped he 'em on me

Had a ho Eastside, shoppin' with me

Prices so cheap, they couldn’t argue with me

So many flavors, I had a white boy plug

You used to count four-hundred fiftys and dubs

Leave my chopper by the grace of god

Stampin' in doors, that swipe

Real plug, door sale price

Yeah, nigga came with the ice

Nigga got hard like a vike'

Baby, your loyalty pricy

I was on the block, I was fightin'

I was in the bando, writin'

I was on Waldrop servin' myself

I was on Candler, I was servin' myself

I was on the trap, I was servin' myself

Servin' half blind, they don’t know how that felt

Servin' no peripheral, they don’t know how that felt

Stuffin' grams, dog, don’t know how that felt

Drop a pin, dog, I’ma bring 'em to you

I’ll fuck around, got chills in the booth

She was thirty deep in the spot, I was solo

Hoppin' out, walkin' in, servin' him ten bowls

Servin' these niggas from the backseat on Glenwood

Then a nigga car steal a case out of Ellenwood

Ridin' through serenade, catchin' them plays

Used to throw the profit on the bitches at Blaze

Columbia, dry serve a nigga at Checkers

Hit a lot of licks, we was livin' real reckless