448 Grams ft. Major Move Lyrics

It's 448 grams, it's 448 grams

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 488 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

I grew up on a crack block, cuttin' throat, you'll die for less

We ain't had no dope, you want that? Go to 9th and West

I rap about my city like nobody else

I'm tryna make it with my Blazers, not nobody else

Look, I just want the world so I can give it to my girl

Drinking with my brother Lee, all night till we earl

If you know, you know

I seen fiends take a blast, catch the Holy Ghost

Trapping in my hood before Wendy's, we had that 4 for 4

Grew up around cappers, trappers, and gun clappers

I ain't know no mafia niggas, not no Corleones

I just know some Bloods that was pussy before bumming home

Never one of mine L's up, you know what the fuck we on

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

Lost in my thoughts, tryna get back to me

If it was meant, baby girl, it'll be

I used to bust the work down, me, Negs, and Lee

We was on a mission, just to get a key

And I can feel your vibe, once I shake your hand

Doing what she can, yeah, mama raised a man

If you got the ball, try not to fumble All we got is you, call your number in the huddle

Worried about myself, so I'm doing better

Learned to have balance, business over pleasure

Hardly know your worth, times that by two

Boy, you is talented, don't let them Kanye you

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams

In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans

We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams

And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam