[Intro]
Uh, uh
Jackson
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
V8 in that straight (Ayy), Forgis on that black Cherokee (Yeah)
This that gangster slash pop mixed with trap karaoke (Work)
Turn the snow globe to a crystal ball, now that dog a ten (Let's get it)
Type to turn a stone with many flaws to a flawless gem (Turn it on)
Stack my money ten foot tall, now I ball above the rim (We on)
Livin' above the law, on the North with my brother Em (Blocks)
Could be locked up, but to those who know me, they say, "Lucky him" (Real)
Chop the whole block up, that's when we found out that it wasn't them (My bad)
Basement on Honda Civic, Auntie maxin' out her Bridget
Cup filled to thе rim, probably smack the whip before I spill it
Knee deep in thе dope game, 227, we the realest
Cocaína on the skillet, kitchen smellin' like acrylic
Touch back with a thousand pack of pills, tryna rape a village (Skrrt)
Weed so loud, reekin' through the vacuum seal, I can't conceal it
Made a killin', to those that hate it, I made 'em feel it
Sold dope all of my life, so, shit, I only know one way to get it
[Chorus]
Half slab golden retriever, this ain't no Purina (Dog food)
Black mag in the four-fever, brick of cocaína
Stirrin' the bricks up in the pot, no, this ain't no farina (Uh-uh)
Stuffin' thirty clips in my Glock'll switch your whole demeanor (Brr)
Catch a body, no Randy Moss, I hike it off, hut one
These niggas ain't cut from the cloth that a nigga cut from (At all)
I run with real wolves (Real), come from the real hood (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't cut from my cloth 'cause I'm steel wool
Uh, uh
Jackson
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
V8 in that straight (Ayy), Forgis on that black Cherokee (Yeah)
This that gangster slash pop mixed with trap karaoke (Work)
Turn the snow globe to a crystal ball, now that dog a ten (Let's get it)
Type to turn a stone with many flaws to a flawless gem (Turn it on)
Stack my money ten foot tall, now I ball above the rim (We on)
Livin' above the law, on the North with my brother Em (Blocks)
Could be locked up, but to those who know me, they say, "Lucky him" (Real)
Chop the whole block up, that's when we found out that it wasn't them (My bad)
Basement on Honda Civic, Auntie maxin' out her Bridget
Cup filled to thе rim, probably smack the whip before I spill it
Knee deep in thе dope game, 227, we the realest
Cocaína on the skillet, kitchen smellin' like acrylic
Touch back with a thousand pack of pills, tryna rape a village (Skrrt)
Weed so loud, reekin' through the vacuum seal, I can't conceal it
Made a killin', to those that hate it, I made 'em feel it
Sold dope all of my life, so, shit, I only know one way to get it
[Chorus]
Half slab golden retriever, this ain't no Purina (Dog food)
Black mag in the four-fever, brick of cocaína
Stirrin' the bricks up in the pot, no, this ain't no farina (Uh-uh)
Stuffin' thirty clips in my Glock'll switch your whole demeanor (Brr)
Catch a body, no Randy Moss, I hike it off, hut one
These niggas ain't cut from the cloth that a nigga cut from (At all)
I run with real wolves (Real), come from the real hood (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't cut from my cloth 'cause I'm steel wool
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