Cousin Stizz - Toast 2 That Lyrics

[Cousin Stizz:]
Let's toast to that, yeah
I gotta' make a toast for all my real niggas out there, man
All my niggas 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 [?])
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 ain't shit, been exposed to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Shawty talk crazy, we in all black
We in blackmask, all my niggas strapped
Ayy, man, let's toast to that
We been gettin' money from the jump (From the jump)
I came through, fell, ayy
Before rap, niggas been about them guns
Before rap, niggas been on these chums, 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 ain't shit, been exposed to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that
Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that
Fuck your bitch, and I take her on trips
But ain't no post and that
I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag
One part of [?] sold her this good crack
I mix it up with B-Tweezy, my nigga
Vitamins good for my geekers, my nigga
The blow Trader Joe got that organic dope
And a hunned packs stuffed in the freezer, my nigga
We dumpin, and drop it out
Bussin' packets like Pitbull, we poppin' off
I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw
Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm a blood and all
Nigga, fuck the law (Nigga fuck the...)
I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that
And then a couple million came, better hoe get close to that
[?] rock it [?] one lock and I sent that coca back
I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag

[Cousin Stizz:]
Tryna find my next [?], so much
Invices never cared about my age either
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the same, the family
And only I, can be the teacher in the end

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