[Intro: Louie Ray]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah, okay
Alright
I got, I got, yeah
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Fuck a hundred bands, I got five on it
Jay, let's go half on a crib, I got five on it (On it)
We can't adapt to fuck shit, it put a bind on us
I used to buy a ball of dope and then survive on it
Street was busy with a bunch of business, you could hide on it (C'mon)
You know the streets was not nowhere to play 'cause niggas died on it (Baow)
I'll think about some shit and then ride on it (Yeah)
Niggas hating on the low, ain't no disguise for 'em (Yeah, fuck 'em)
God got me doing this, bro, I ain't trying to show it (Yeah)
I be fucking the money off like I'm trying to blow it
Thirty on my, huh, put a five on it (Yeah)
Twenty on my rent, put a five on it
Twenty for my car, put a five on it
To thе hood, I'm a legend, I'm dying a Kobe
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Beechеr nigga, on my headstone, put a five on it
Young dog kill for nothing, on your head, I put a five on it
Bucktown nigga throwing B's, I put a hive on it
Rondo on his brand-new jersey, put a 9 on it
You don't want me walking in your yard? Put a sign on it
You can't walk in my grass, it's a fine for it
You can't hit my blunt out of line, it's a time for it
Fifty thousand dollars ain't shit, nigga signed for it
Everything you see me doin' now, I had to grind for it
These shoes that I'm rocking right now cost five Jordans
I'll put the heat to your body like an iron board
You ain't got no money, you a lyin' boy
Ran up my first 50K, I gotta grind more
Fuck, I think it's snakes in my grass, I need a lawnmower
I got friends I just yet mesterday and we bond more
Fuck, I just ran out of Wock', I need to find more
(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah, okay
Alright
I got, I got, yeah
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Fuck a hundred bands, I got five on it
Jay, let's go half on a crib, I got five on it (On it)
We can't adapt to fuck shit, it put a bind on us
I used to buy a ball of dope and then survive on it
Street was busy with a bunch of business, you could hide on it (C'mon)
You know the streets was not nowhere to play 'cause niggas died on it (Baow)
I'll think about some shit and then ride on it (Yeah)
Niggas hating on the low, ain't no disguise for 'em (Yeah, fuck 'em)
God got me doing this, bro, I ain't trying to show it (Yeah)
I be fucking the money off like I'm trying to blow it
Thirty on my, huh, put a five on it (Yeah)
Twenty on my rent, put a five on it
Twenty for my car, put a five on it
To thе hood, I'm a legend, I'm dying a Kobe
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Beechеr nigga, on my headstone, put a five on it
Young dog kill for nothing, on your head, I put a five on it
Bucktown nigga throwing B's, I put a hive on it
Rondo on his brand-new jersey, put a 9 on it
You don't want me walking in your yard? Put a sign on it
You can't walk in my grass, it's a fine for it
You can't hit my blunt out of line, it's a time for it
Fifty thousand dollars ain't shit, nigga signed for it
Everything you see me doin' now, I had to grind for it
These shoes that I'm rocking right now cost five Jordans
I'll put the heat to your body like an iron board
You ain't got no money, you a lyin' boy
Ran up my first 50K, I gotta grind more
Fuck, I think it's snakes in my grass, I need a lawnmower
I got friends I just yet mesterday and we bond more
Fuck, I just ran out of Wock', I need to find more
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