Styles War Illmac

[Verse 1]
I cop the finest in LRG like, "What it do?"
I walk out my crib lookin' like a fuckin' zoo
White hoodie, chocolate stains and all that
Skuffs on my kicks, sweat stains on my ball cap
I got more new kicks than I know what to do with
Only shit you digged in is at a soup kitchen
You hollerin' at stray bitches
Like you tryin' to catch a stray kitten
But that's a grey pigeon
I sag my pants like jumpsuits in state prison
But I'm off the chain. Get it?
And you can ask Saggy
Carhartt hoddie, LRG, black jeans, yeah that's me

[Chorus]
I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand
Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants
Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams
I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand
I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand
Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants
Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams
Now I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand, yo

[Verse 2]
You tryin' to pick up girls with your accent
You tryin' to pick up girls with your Axe scent
My trees got sold out like the Aztecs
I can show you excess, 'cause my assets
I'm that fresh, there's no excuses
Air Force, North Face, no substitutions
My homie match stripes goin' the opposite way
Snitches is talkative and cooperative
Cops tell pull my pants up while I'm walkin' away
But they got better luck at fuckin' stoppin' a train, uh
I got no priors
They mad 'cause they old timers
And they make about as much as a coal miner