Serving lyrics

Out that window I was serving, getting this money was my purpose
Ion believe in punching clocks, we get the money like it's urgent
I walk in the function, neck busting, these hoes start getting nervous
n*ggas clicking up with the other side, trying to eat which one you workin?

When you getting money on our side, blues stick together like cursive
Do some sh*t that they ain't heard of, pull up wagging with the curtains
Get the money, that's for certain, 1% ain't doing no merging
Where I come from, you can't make excuses, gotta find a way to go win

Know a young n*gga from the south side, got no hobbies, all he do is spin
Know a young b*tch out the way that got no goals but wanna Benz
Almost cut off all my friends, me and Ben Frank, we so locked in
n*gga, rapping was just a side thing, never thought I'd get my chance

Thanking God everyday, faithfully, he blessed me with a pen
Rest in peace, Trey, I miss you, dawg, I'm still active, you dig
Free my n*gga from that pen, he coming home, we ball again
I was trapping wasn't even trying, still made a hunnit, that sh*t wasn't nothing

I can count this sh*t with my eyes closed, for real, let me show you something
I get em in and I get em gone, show my young n*gga how to double
FN, 9, Glock 19's young n*ggas ain't scuffling
I was 13 when I learned how to shoot dice, I love to hustle

Watched my brother run up an M, just independent off the muscle
Only reason n*ggas click fold, they ain't got no f*cking structure
Get the money, buy a Benz, and buy a Cuban, that's our culture
Everybody know Young Shad, I was serving out that the
Out that window, I was serving, getting this money was my purpose
Ion believe in punching clocks, we get the money like it's urgent
I walk in the function, neck busting, these hoes start getting nervous
n*ggas clicking up with the other side, trying to eat which one you working

When you getting money on our side, blues stick together like cursive
Do some sh*t that they ain't heard of, pull up wagging with the curtains
Get the money, that's for certain, 1% ain't doing no merging
Where I come from, you can't make excuses, you gotta find a way to go win

Know a young n*gga from the south side, got no hobbies, all he do is spin
Know a young b*tch out the way that got no goals but wanna benz
Almost cut off all my friends, me and Ben Frank, we so locked in