Toast 2 That

Lets 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 lets toast to that
Made it home tonight, so lets smoke to that
God keep blessin us, so lets toast to that
Came up out the corner, how Im posed to act?
Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that
Real ** ** never die, so lets toast to that
Real **** never die, so lets toast to that
Real **** never die, so lets toast to that
Shawty talk crazy, we in all black
We in black masks, all my *****s strapped
Ayy, man, lets 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 dont how we posed to fake all the funk
Yeah, I just made a hit, so lets toast to that
Made it home tonight, so lets smoke to that
God keep blessin us, so lets toast to that
Came up out the corner, how Im posed to act?
Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that
Real **** never die, so lets toast to that
Real **** never die, so lets toast to that
Real **** never die, so lets toast to that
Gangsters never die, so lets toast to that
**** your *****, and I take her on trips
But aint 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 cant talk on my phone, cause Im talkin raw
Feel like Steven Seagal, Im Above the Law
*****, **** the law (***** * *** the)
I just cut off all my *******, so lets toast to that
Made a couple million, cant let a ho get close to that
I told papi the rock it wasnt 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