Lyrics: Sammy Maitchell
Music: Sammy Maitchell
We in motherf*ckin' New York, nigga
It's like 5 in the morning
Pushin' the shades back, looking at the city
This sh!t look brazy, nigga, uh
Alright, haha
Double cup when-
Double cup when I wake up, Actavis a life-taker
Probably meet my maker, smoking exotic flavors
If I tote the shotty, I'ma blow the shotty,
then I walk around like I don't know nobody
Upstairs, groupies waitin' in the lobby
Got a girlfriend, sorry, l ain't sorry
I ain't come to kick it,
with any of these b!tches
See, money, I've been gettin'
I f*ck up a check, let it blow in the wind
B!tch, check my quota,
I'm bigger and bolder and better than all of these niggas that's buzzin'
If it's a problem, my niggas'll clutch it
Pretty nigga, still'd shoot up the function
Top of the line, I got my hand on my .9
B!tch, I'ma die about mine
I was told life was about elevations,
just pick you a ladder, and start-up the climb
Can't be afraid to take risk after risk, gamble chip after chip,
tryna stay on the grind
Was in the kitchen, cooked grits, they were bricks,
mom, I'm sorry, I lied
I can make it up to you this time
Bought my mom a car, she listen to my sh!t while she drive
I owe her the world, send disrespect her way, you gotta die
Same way 'bout my girl
The diamonds, make 'em twinkle like her eyes
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it
Breaking pills down, I can't help it, it's a habit now
Piped the f*ck up, turnt the f*ck up
Promise, ain't no coming down
You'd get burnt the f*ck up, choppers on us
-if you came to f*ck around
Look for your mom, she in town,
giving head for some brown
I'm a dog off the leash,
b!tch, I bite, I don't growl
I don't bark, I'm in silence,
I'ma shoot up the crowd
If he want smoke,
give him cancer, I'm gon' blow him down
He ain't know it was a problem, then I bet he know it's a problem now
A kid from the trenches, was plottin' on riches,
I made it, I did it
I'm shinin' on all of these niggas that said I
-wouldn't be sh!t
I was shi!ttin' on them ever since I was in it
Don't f*ck with the Rémy, the Hennyy, yeah, none of that
I pour the codeine, I sip, ain't no coming back
You caught a play, I'ma act like a quarterback
Got a hundred in cash, I do not need a quarter back
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it