[Chorus: ZRI]
I just introduced her to the crew, you know what's up
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's what's up (Like for real)
[Post-Chorus: ZRI]
We just tryna find our way, that's what's up
So on rotation, that's the way and that's what's up
[Verse 1: The Big Hash]
Weed and money in my mind for sure
Nappy-headed before I had the 'fro
Puffin' on purple heads, I move slow
Niggas out here playin' X's and O's
I'm in the cut like the, uh, yeah
I'm in the cut like it's sticks to the throat
Niggas still movin' like I don't exist
Hangin' with niggas not hangin' with hoes, jokes
I get on the mic, hit the rhyme and the flow too lethal, thе pen's like a Glock with a switch
I don't wanna hear a nigga talk, I'm a rеal MCee, you a cosplay doin' it for pics
Money make niggas do anything, stabbin' they boys in the back for that chance to get rich
Get to two-step on the stage, you see the crowd rage and they call me arsonist, you dig?
I would throw in the hook, but I'm throwin' the jab at whoever the shoe fits
I'm on the 'Gram with that double tap, on my DM got a bitch with some new tits
This rap shit put me on game, back then, I was down bad, they ain't give two shits
Nigga, this LT one, two, three, back in this bitch, this shit could get ruthless
Me and my dogs gon' have us a feast
Breakin' them bread, breakin' them bread, don't know who you think you are tryna compete
Countin' my debts, I'm countin' my blessings, I get a cheque when I hop on a beat
I'm independent, you niggas scared of takin' a chance on yourself 'cause you weak
Talkin' like you got the balls on your tweets
I just introduced her to the crew, you know what's up
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin', that's what's up (Like for real)
[Post-Chorus: ZRI]
We just tryna find our way, that's what's up
So on rotation, that's the way and that's what's up
[Verse 1: The Big Hash]
Weed and money in my mind for sure
Nappy-headed before I had the 'fro
Puffin' on purple heads, I move slow
Niggas out here playin' X's and O's
I'm in the cut like the, uh, yeah
I'm in the cut like it's sticks to the throat
Niggas still movin' like I don't exist
Hangin' with niggas not hangin' with hoes, jokes
I get on the mic, hit the rhyme and the flow too lethal, thе pen's like a Glock with a switch
I don't wanna hear a nigga talk, I'm a rеal MCee, you a cosplay doin' it for pics
Money make niggas do anything, stabbin' they boys in the back for that chance to get rich
Get to two-step on the stage, you see the crowd rage and they call me arsonist, you dig?
I would throw in the hook, but I'm throwin' the jab at whoever the shoe fits
I'm on the 'Gram with that double tap, on my DM got a bitch with some new tits
This rap shit put me on game, back then, I was down bad, they ain't give two shits
Nigga, this LT one, two, three, back in this bitch, this shit could get ruthless
Me and my dogs gon' have us a feast
Breakin' them bread, breakin' them bread, don't know who you think you are tryna compete
Countin' my debts, I'm countin' my blessings, I get a cheque when I hop on a beat
I'm independent, you niggas scared of takin' a chance on yourself 'cause you weak
Talkin' like you got the balls on your tweets
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