CAN'T COMPLAIN feat. TWIN GAMBINO&CHINKY

Fuck, man (hello, hello) Yo, what up man? Who the fuck is this? Who the fuck it sound like, man? What the fuck you callin so early for? What the fuck time is it, man? It's like 3 o'clock, man, I thought you was comin to get me, man? Oh shit, son, My bad, my bad Yo, please man come get me fore I choke this bitch man Aight son, I'm getting up now Aight son, I'm getting up now Hurry up son, It's like 90 degree, let's go get some hoes or something, man Aight son, I'm comin now son, I'm comin now Aight, one Yo, what up Dunn? Same ol' shit I know man, No doubt, man, ya know Let's take a little spin Dunn, word up Yo Open my wings to a new day, Spread my lungs Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns Twist the key, shift it to D, then flee Before anything, get the daily dose of choke We got the Benzo flooded wit smoke on the float My eyes burnin from the dope, killin my throat Lean my seat back a taste, lumber support On the Belt, doin 90 or more Debatin on the latest rhyme wars where units don't count But ya rap pay add up to large amounts Get my thrills putting other niggas skills to sleep Catch chills off of infamous beats Swingin trees, do a one hand u-ee Blowin on the ooh-wee cause we can't have the medicine cannoein There go the boys to the right Know days and nights like that A yo, Dunn, hold that down and turn it around Dirty as fuck, thugs, drugs and guns D's and fatigues, TNT, hoppin out of MPV Surprise all fuck out of me Got rubber Glocks pointed at me A yo, Twin, what the fuck? They had us laid down on the ground holdin us down Wit gats to the back of our heads, what's goin down? It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got What's the proof man? Let me speak to my attorney I know the routine, don't try to throw me I been getting knocked since 12 and my mom tried to scold me But all I told me was to get in more shit and yo, P (what up?) You my co-d both get knocked, what you did wit that half a tree? Right in my sock Yo, I hope these fuckin dicks won't find the stash box Dunn you know I get down, you I'm ready to bounce Do the 100 yard dash and tear ass If my other half was alive, he would've got killed Cause Dunn would've we for they guns and got ill Plus I got cracks on me, they found the cracks on me Looked at 'em and gave 'em back to me I could've swore they was takin us is Then the lady in the car said “that's not them” Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs They didn't give a fuck, they was only looking for guns And you don't gotta tell us twice, we hopped in the car and slid off On our way uptown for more of that funk P let the tree back up, we got off the tri-borough, hit the Henry Huds Fuck it, let's slide thru the Ruckers Roll the windows down cause Infamous Mobb bumpin Skip to my loo, had the crowd jumpin Took a walk thru the park frontin, didn't even have to hurt nothing Man I love it, ain't nothing like summer in New York Hit Infamous stores, then to Dreamteam Music store Damn, we young black entrepreneurs New York pricks and dicks can't stop our floss We like organized crime, the fuckin mob I'm only 26 playin wit serious cars, dead serious cash Luxurious labs, learned to balance pain wit fame, we can't complain Just another day of livin in the hood Just another day around the way Feelin good today, oh no, we can't complain Just another day of livin in New York Dealin wit the Jakes and the snakes Feelin good today, we hear the But we here to stay