[Verse 1]
Yo, ayy Flex, turn a nigga up, this 'bout to take a minute
See I'ma James Harden cook but you can stay for dinner
They say the flow God-like, but we don't pray for sinners
A little more baking soda, tryna make it thinner
Or I can turn this shit to rock like Lynyrd Skynyrd
And all the guys go like that little lizard
And my bitch thigh highs like she killed the lizard
Team ball, I feel like we can scrimmage the Wizards
Shit, .40 bang
I got bitches takin' trips from the Six and I ain't even in Tory lane
Projects with the goonies, I be where the shooters at
Watchin' for the boobie traps
Stash how we maneuver that, that's where that Lil Uzi at
Tell the homies movie that like Snow on tha Bluff
This hood poker, see his face, boy showin' his bluff
I'm outta town, I be thottin' with the 40's and up
Shit, Drake said he brought Charlamagne bottles
Don't worry, scrap, I bought birds and they double-wrapped
Two for me, two for you, Papi, double that
They came to the house in a box, some bubble wrap
Paranoia still kick in, had a hard time tryna fit in
How we gon' get this shit in
I'm in the trap, slingin' goodies baby, ridin' with a fully baby
See a hoodie, promise it ain't Boogie baby
They tryna give a nigga years for a burner now
But they ain't dare when them niggas came burnin' down
Hood full of backstabbers, how I never turn around
We was makin' big-boy moves while learnin' how
It's a process
And it's crazy how the pain make the pills more easier to digest
Bag is the mindset
They be sayin' time is money but niggas still never got the time yet
Shit, I was right there when bro lost his ma dukes
He was cryin' broken-hearted like times two
Thinkin' about all the shit he never got the time to
And I be beefin' with my mother like I got two
Last name Kardashian, I'm lookin' for her
Nineteen or better with some bread, she a sugar daughter
And I'll pull up on her, in some tan shit
Stuntin' hard, wasn't even mine, that's my man shit
But that's fam shit and we don't count favors
Don't worry 'bout it Cuz, we can chop it down later
Stamp say "Whitney," give out samples of the free Bobby
Shmurda copped out, new shirt say "Free Bobby!"
The code word for three ratchets: three thotties
Still have nightmares, niggas don't sleep properly
Trump runnin' for office, wonder what he like
And what the coke prices gon' be like
And ride with me, I can take you through them hood nights
Fuck the two hours, hit Poughkeepsie for a good price
They say I talk about my grandma too much
She say I play around with hammers too much—it's a cycle
Lord forgive me, broke the weed up on the bible
Shit, I done spit 16's with my idols
Shit, I done looked down the barrel of a rifle
Catch a nigga still chillin' in the cut
A chicken box still fill 'em end them up, I'm in the hood with it
If I don't never go platinum, I hope the hood get it
Rest in peace 'Pac, I really wonder if Suge did it
Brick City, yeah, where niggas don't come a lot
I'm talkin' South Ward, I'm talkin' number blocks
OG's comin' home, lil Cuz run the block
The wrong night'll have a nigga hold summer stock
I'm thinkin' big steaks, I'm thinkin' big meals
Though in a deal, never really been a big deal
Late night, tip drills, gotta tell Grey chill
Yo, ayy Flex, turn a nigga up, this 'bout to take a minute
See I'ma James Harden cook but you can stay for dinner
They say the flow God-like, but we don't pray for sinners
A little more baking soda, tryna make it thinner
Or I can turn this shit to rock like Lynyrd Skynyrd
And all the guys go like that little lizard
And my bitch thigh highs like she killed the lizard
Team ball, I feel like we can scrimmage the Wizards
Shit, .40 bang
I got bitches takin' trips from the Six and I ain't even in Tory lane
Projects with the goonies, I be where the shooters at
Watchin' for the boobie traps
Stash how we maneuver that, that's where that Lil Uzi at
Tell the homies movie that like Snow on tha Bluff
This hood poker, see his face, boy showin' his bluff
I'm outta town, I be thottin' with the 40's and up
Shit, Drake said he brought Charlamagne bottles
Don't worry, scrap, I bought birds and they double-wrapped
Two for me, two for you, Papi, double that
They came to the house in a box, some bubble wrap
Paranoia still kick in, had a hard time tryna fit in
How we gon' get this shit in
I'm in the trap, slingin' goodies baby, ridin' with a fully baby
See a hoodie, promise it ain't Boogie baby
They tryna give a nigga years for a burner now
But they ain't dare when them niggas came burnin' down
Hood full of backstabbers, how I never turn around
We was makin' big-boy moves while learnin' how
It's a process
And it's crazy how the pain make the pills more easier to digest
Bag is the mindset
They be sayin' time is money but niggas still never got the time yet
Shit, I was right there when bro lost his ma dukes
He was cryin' broken-hearted like times two
Thinkin' about all the shit he never got the time to
And I be beefin' with my mother like I got two
Last name Kardashian, I'm lookin' for her
Nineteen or better with some bread, she a sugar daughter
And I'll pull up on her, in some tan shit
Stuntin' hard, wasn't even mine, that's my man shit
But that's fam shit and we don't count favors
Don't worry 'bout it Cuz, we can chop it down later
Stamp say "Whitney," give out samples of the free Bobby
Shmurda copped out, new shirt say "Free Bobby!"
The code word for three ratchets: three thotties
Still have nightmares, niggas don't sleep properly
Trump runnin' for office, wonder what he like
And what the coke prices gon' be like
And ride with me, I can take you through them hood nights
Fuck the two hours, hit Poughkeepsie for a good price
They say I talk about my grandma too much
She say I play around with hammers too much—it's a cycle
Lord forgive me, broke the weed up on the bible
Shit, I done spit 16's with my idols
Shit, I done looked down the barrel of a rifle
Catch a nigga still chillin' in the cut
A chicken box still fill 'em end them up, I'm in the hood with it
If I don't never go platinum, I hope the hood get it
Rest in peace 'Pac, I really wonder if Suge did it
Brick City, yeah, where niggas don't come a lot
I'm talkin' South Ward, I'm talkin' number blocks
OG's comin' home, lil Cuz run the block
The wrong night'll have a nigga hold summer stock
I'm thinkin' big steaks, I'm thinkin' big meals
Though in a deal, never really been a big deal
Late night, tip drills, gotta tell Grey chill
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