I´m an all-star team, far from a rookie Look, we graveyard shiftin´, I don´t rock, nigga, fuck it
Mr. Rock-A-Plain Jane but the Audemar´s stompin´ I was always taught, "Boy, you better shoot if you gon´ up it" You could smell the za in Chanel, finna blow a bag You can´t be like me if you ain´t never worked the scale I´m a couple houses down, I´m just waitin´ on the mail I´ll break his bitches, front row, still yellin´ Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle I´m God´s son, but it´s Demons on the Chally Niggas think it´s sweet ´til they stinkin´ in that alley Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a fifty Spent a whole ten, bust some sneakers out of Ricky They let ´em play tough ´til it´s time to do a mission
I ain´t tryna kick it, I don´t wanna talk Eighty-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft Forty on a necklace, that´s just how I thank God Had my young nigga chase him down Tayshaun She thirsty, got her playin´ with it on FaceTime (Yeah) I´m standin´ on the couch, smokin´, throwin´ gang signs The vision gettin´ clearer, in a different lane now The Perkies for the trauma, it just numb the pain now You was in the back, but you do your thing, huh? You fuck bro, can´t fuck me, don´t feel ashamed, ma I cut her off and made her settle for a lame guy I flew her to an island, damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin´ and he cookin´ dope, out the same pot From the trenches, I´m the same nigga, little fame now The coupe so fast, you can dodge a raindrop Nigga actin´ so bad, he done got his main robbed Ayy, how you mad at me? We come from the same spot Fuck ´em, I´ll cut ´em down like I threw a spade out Woke up fresh as hell like I had it laid out First I went through hell, but I´m gettin´ paid now Poured it out the seal, couldn´t find a baby bottle All my niggas trappin´, somethin´ like my baby mamas Yeah, I fuck up a check, I won´t even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin´ hard? ´Cause a nigga hate the bottom