[Verse 1: Awar]
We ready for the summer, us having a drout, I doubt that
All that rubbish, threw it out in the trash
Ocupational haserd, thumb skull for life, came a long way from countin cash
Outdo sickness, sittin on a mountain of stacks
We don't applaud frauds, only clap for winners
I'm a fuckin great white shark, swimmin in a pool of flippers
And the points drop way down when we movin figures
I only speak in code, and broken language, like move the trigger
Breakfast, Gucci slippers
Stuntin now, livin reckless
Wake up, put my pants on, fuck around, make hit records
60 with Simands, then we go to the playoffs
Credit like 8 50, soon as the Pattec is payed off
Fuck havin lawyer money, I need oil tycoon money
Filthy soial money, get that spoiled money
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Bricks like '86, whips like '87
South side in Yonkers New York, I'm a legend
Salute all the kings, what up, all you peasants
Life in the ghetto is rough, and unpleasant
Life as a drug dealer was my first zero, started off with zero
Bitches used to treat him like a weirdo, then he got larger
With a car and the fur, and the bitches have to treat him like a star
2017, but it's bricks like 86
I was only 12 in the crack spot, servin' black top
Now we order bettys off the laptop
Health cartel at the half not, Ghost, nigga!
We ready for the summer, us having a drout, I doubt that
All that rubbish, threw it out in the trash
Ocupational haserd, thumb skull for life, came a long way from countin cash
Outdo sickness, sittin on a mountain of stacks
We don't applaud frauds, only clap for winners
I'm a fuckin great white shark, swimmin in a pool of flippers
And the points drop way down when we movin figures
I only speak in code, and broken language, like move the trigger
Breakfast, Gucci slippers
Stuntin now, livin reckless
Wake up, put my pants on, fuck around, make hit records
60 with Simands, then we go to the playoffs
Credit like 8 50, soon as the Pattec is payed off
Fuck havin lawyer money, I need oil tycoon money
Filthy soial money, get that spoiled money
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Bricks like '86, whips like '87
South side in Yonkers New York, I'm a legend
Salute all the kings, what up, all you peasants
Life in the ghetto is rough, and unpleasant
Life as a drug dealer was my first zero, started off with zero
Bitches used to treat him like a weirdo, then he got larger
With a car and the fur, and the bitches have to treat him like a star
2017, but it's bricks like 86
I was only 12 in the crack spot, servin' black top
Now we order bettys off the laptop
Health cartel at the half not, Ghost, nigga!
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