Part 1
[Intro]
The voice of the streets
[Verse]
Jimmy wanted kill, but Jimmy gotta Chill
Ever since Fergie left, it's been Trilly at the wheel
Twenty for the square, I never seen a better deal
The Specials don't jam, I never seen a better steal
You should tell 'em "Don't phone if you ain't coming to cop"
Thinking back, why we used to keep the guns in a sock
.45 [?] when you running the spot
Same ones that the government got
I ran the marathon, I'm standing where the trophies carry
Need a panoramic house by the ocean valley
And I ain't talking 'bout revolvers but we smoking Cali
My niggas kill for the love and still won't get married
Balenciaga for the socks, high-top in the summer
25 for the pocket, left a score for my runner
.8 on the scales, got 'em causing a ruckus
Caught a scar last year, but I'ont talk on the subject
Big swords on my juvies, I ain't walking with puppets
Had the big brown stones, they were calling them poppets
Concealed a hammer on his .30, pull it and pop it
All my shooters could have played for the Bulls or the Rockets
Remember browsing on e-Bay for car parts
But now I push one button and the car parks
So much bad ones, I could start a bra park
So I ain't never getting nicked for no R charge
High landing with my teens and they know that
Prolly saw it poking out my jeans in the throwbacks
My friends still sitting on the block but I can't go back
They don't get the picture but to me it's all Kodak
Can't stop hustling till we see the vida loco
Beach for the backyard, sleeping off the coaster
Dior for the drapes, LV made the sofa
Push the Maybach now we don't even need a chauffeur
Used to pray for times like this, to shine like this
You ever had a big MAC or a nine like this?
Cold winter, twenty fiends tryna line my strip
Keep it on charge, you never seen a line like this
And I used to look up at man and wish I was them
Got a little older, I ain't do no wishing again
Got 'em moving like teachers how they ticking again
And I feel sorry for the fiends but I'll dish 'em again
And everyday she say she love me but she bitching again
We be sexing at 9, probably riffing at 10
He said we ain't got beef but he be chilling with them
So we hit him with the spare boots, did it again
[Intro]
The voice of the streets
[Verse]
Jimmy wanted kill, but Jimmy gotta Chill
Ever since Fergie left, it's been Trilly at the wheel
Twenty for the square, I never seen a better deal
The Specials don't jam, I never seen a better steal
You should tell 'em "Don't phone if you ain't coming to cop"
Thinking back, why we used to keep the guns in a sock
.45 [?] when you running the spot
Same ones that the government got
I ran the marathon, I'm standing where the trophies carry
Need a panoramic house by the ocean valley
And I ain't talking 'bout revolvers but we smoking Cali
My niggas kill for the love and still won't get married
Balenciaga for the socks, high-top in the summer
25 for the pocket, left a score for my runner
.8 on the scales, got 'em causing a ruckus
Caught a scar last year, but I'ont talk on the subject
Big swords on my juvies, I ain't walking with puppets
Had the big brown stones, they were calling them poppets
Concealed a hammer on his .30, pull it and pop it
All my shooters could have played for the Bulls or the Rockets
Remember browsing on e-Bay for car parts
But now I push one button and the car parks
So much bad ones, I could start a bra park
So I ain't never getting nicked for no R charge
High landing with my teens and they know that
Prolly saw it poking out my jeans in the throwbacks
My friends still sitting on the block but I can't go back
They don't get the picture but to me it's all Kodak
Can't stop hustling till we see the vida loco
Beach for the backyard, sleeping off the coaster
Dior for the drapes, LV made the sofa
Push the Maybach now we don't even need a chauffeur
Used to pray for times like this, to shine like this
You ever had a big MAC or a nine like this?
Cold winter, twenty fiends tryna line my strip
Keep it on charge, you never seen a line like this
And I used to look up at man and wish I was them
Got a little older, I ain't do no wishing again
Got 'em moving like teachers how they ticking again
And I feel sorry for the fiends but I'll dish 'em again
And everyday she say she love me but she bitching again
We be sexing at 9, probably riffing at 10
He said we ain't got beef but he be chilling with them
So we hit him with the spare boots, did it again
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