[Intro: BreezeDid It & Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, me and Vezz
Me and Breezy, motherfucker
What it do, gang?
Yeah, whole lot of gang
Yeah, left pocket seven-thirty, nigga (My type of shit right here, though, yeah)
Sheesh

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Left pocket fifty bands, right thirty (Right thirty)
Came up sellin' lean, trappin' thirty (Trappin' thirty)
Got a 30 in this bitch, Stephen Curry, yeah
Heard them niggas lookin' for me, we ain't worried (We ain't worried)
I ain't never goin' (Nah), 'cause they know we be steppin' (Steppin')
Drakey on this bitch, I open up, apply that pressure (Apply that pressure)
Pour up for my nigga, he been gone 'cause niggas tellin'
Gotta leave the streets alone, these niggas thirsty, they be desperate, yeah (Gotta watch them niggas)
Grinded hard, so everything I got, it came to me (It came to me)
So what I look like lettin' a nigga take my chain from me? (What I look like?)
What I look like riskin' my freedom for some rain money? (Nah)
Swear the same niggas said they gang the ones that changed on me (That shit fucked up)
I remember me and P was broke and smokin' loud (Me and Peezy)
Two years later, we was ridin' Wraiths up Ocean Drive (In Miami)
Fuck the fame, I want the money, this shit watered down (This shit watered down)
I'll risk my life and take a life to see my daughter smile (To see my baby smile)
Looked at my mama, we a long way from Focus: HOPE (On God)
Ain't never had no plan B, 'cause this my only hope (On God)
Shit changed my life when I seen my uncle smokin' dope (Shit fucked me up)
Risked my nigga loc, my cousin C, that's how we know the ropes, uh (What?)
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