[Verse 1: Bizzy Crook]
Look, it’s the kid Bizzy Crook
Kid from Miami that's tryna win a Grammy, ya' heard?
305, we outchea
Westside, 239
Look, this here year been in the making
Varsity jacket at freshman orientation
I deserve an early graduation
To the underdog title with overly dedication
I hated holidays ‘cause of what my family would say though
But I still slid through to get a plate though
Sitting at the table like “Auntie, pass the potatoes”
She said “You should go to college, be more like your cousin Pedro”
But that was back in the day though
Now my payroll’s enough to put Pedro on payroll
This that next ish, James Bond cologne fresh ish
I’m just trying to find what’s really mine like a step kid
Ironically the woman I slept on I slept with
I pray they let Boosie go free like the death wish
I meant, Boosie free like the guest list
I pray they let Boosie go free like the guest list
‘Cause these rappers ain’t really hard
My homie busting credit cards, I can tell when somebody fraud
They say I sound Drake, I disagree
But ay I think your girlfriend great, she in the V
And by the way I parked her in the phantom across the street
And I treat her like the phantom, turn her on without the key
Me, I’m from the burbs but I do it for the slums
Flying women from my city to remember where I’m from
Brain like that, how you gonna tell her that she dumb?
See, I had an open crib so I try to make her cum
Look, it’s the kid Bizzy Crook
Kid from Miami that's tryna win a Grammy, ya' heard?
305, we outchea
Westside, 239
Look, this here year been in the making
Varsity jacket at freshman orientation
I deserve an early graduation
To the underdog title with overly dedication
I hated holidays ‘cause of what my family would say though
But I still slid through to get a plate though
Sitting at the table like “Auntie, pass the potatoes”
She said “You should go to college, be more like your cousin Pedro”
But that was back in the day though
Now my payroll’s enough to put Pedro on payroll
This that next ish, James Bond cologne fresh ish
I’m just trying to find what’s really mine like a step kid
Ironically the woman I slept on I slept with
I pray they let Boosie go free like the death wish
I meant, Boosie free like the guest list
I pray they let Boosie go free like the guest list
‘Cause these rappers ain’t really hard
My homie busting credit cards, I can tell when somebody fraud
They say I sound Drake, I disagree
But ay I think your girlfriend great, she in the V
And by the way I parked her in the phantom across the street
And I treat her like the phantom, turn her on without the key
Me, I’m from the burbs but I do it for the slums
Flying women from my city to remember where I’m from
Brain like that, how you gonna tell her that she dumb?
See, I had an open crib so I try to make her cum
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