Benzino: Make u wanna holla

[Benzino]: Now we gon burn this right here Ay yo dim the lights down yeah yeah we gon let the track talk to em Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit you'd think I had the world in my palm surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M. still ain't all peaches and cream cause it's hard being a rich man specially when you black no margin for error no room for slack cops stay on your back lyin tryin to convict me they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's and it Makes you wanna holla to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's blockin my lungs watchin my son I know this game is mean don't let him go where I've gone see what I've seen takin puffs off the green keep my mind off this bullshit it's like a mental tug of war with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip you niggas don't understand I'm only human I'm just like you damn [Chorus]: Makes you wanna holla cause it's hard sometimes on the grind when you're tryin to get them dollars man and Prayin for tomorrow but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done It makes you wanna holla cause it's hard sometimes on the grind when you're tryin to get them dollars man Prayin for tomorrow but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done [Benzino]: Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks sometimes I feel like givin it up drop top chrome pipes damn what a life I'd trade it all just to sleep some nights it's hard bein a gangsta specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate and your man's on the stand raisin his right hand cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do and it Makes you wanna holla cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla claimin they swallow need the so-called cats you knew from way back suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack he your man long as you givin him stacks but let you get fucked and need a buck he ain't callin you back now what type of shit is that [Chorus]