Grindin´ like I´m Rob Dyrdek, this shit ridiculous When you play that back door, you cannot be conspicuous Only time I match with the drip, ´fit intricate Typin´ numbers in, card green like an immigrant It was fraudulent, but now the pape´ legitimate Prince of the Mitten, they´ll tell you that in Michigan If they try denyin´ it, they probably been a bitch Treat that drop like a comment when we pinnin´ it Choked off a puff, thnk the ´za laced with cinnamon Shit, the way I´m gettin´ chased, you´d probably think I´m in the mix The move that I hit her with meant for finishin´ Told him, "Say no to drugs," blowed, I´m a hypocrite
Soon as he walked away, I sat back and sipped a six Cuddy got one eye open while he hit the scripts You would think we need a wheelbarrow how we flippin´ bricks Brodie said he put the Percs down, but he miss the itch On the road jacked up like I gotta fix the whip Dog Shit Militia, play with us, you get bit by pits Treat the buffs like the TRX, had to tint my sticks I was fallin´ off that cliff, had to fix my grip Never, ever, ever could I slip, had to blick my hip Boy, I´m rich as shit What that mean? That mean think ´fore you fix your lips
Bean talk with the plug, did the pintos ship? If I ain´t top one on it, then forget your list, Bible Jack of all trades, I´m a human Swiss army knife I might stand up on the table, leave the party hype Nah, I´m playin´, you won´t catch me out, I ain´t the party type Clip curlin´ off the Drac´, lookin´ like an Arby´s fry Lookin´ like a hairball in the ´Cat, I live the Marni life I got fire on my waist, but the Cartis ice (Long live $cams, SBDSM, alright, look) Life a gamble, brodie catchin´ jacks, I had to follow suit Watch your surroundings, shooter trailin´, tryna follow you
When you got a couple dollars, hoes, they´ll swallow you Got unc´ scammin´, his ID say Bartholomew
Rat-ass ho, you ain´t even worth a boob job All that tryna steal our powers, we gon´ turn to Tune Squad Thinkin´ we done maxed out, I done turned a new knob I´ma call you Terry Crews, you be workin´ two jobs Fuck the easy way, never care about usin´ the stairs
They can never take my spot from me, this ain´t musical chairs Ninety-nine percent of who be talkin´ tough shoot in the air Quagen and the loose leaf, you playin´ a brew and a square Without the money, I get lonelier than Akon Lonelier than Speaker Knockerz, glad I got some pape´ now With all these snakes that´s around, can´t relate now Stay dangerous, it ain´t no point in bein´ safe now 3 PM, fallin´ ´sleep, that´s a drank nod I´m so high like, oh, shit, hey, God Buffed up, swingin´ sticks like I´m A-Rod Glitch on this bitch, boy, the Glocky got a K mod So much money out of BoA, you´d think I bank-rob
Couldn´t even touch the backboard, I can bang now Said you want smoke with us, you must be laced, huh? See the life we livin´, oh, that´s right, you want a taste, huh?
You gon´ have to (Work, work, work) (Work, work, work)