Yes, okay
Yeah man
Back in the Match Box
Back in the stu'
Otherwise, iss been a minute man
Iss been Iss been crazy
Crazy couple minutes
You know, in and out the stu'
Then in and out the streets
Mandem, mandem almost
Got caught up, innit?
But we thank God that we did not
Yeah
Back outside
I'm feeling like Kennedy
Not talking JF
The one who did wrestling
Grabbing the mic
And they paying attention
I'm yelling
"The state of the game is unsettling!"
Shawtys be bro
While niggas be hoes
They switched up the code
The **** is you telling me?
Streets is dying
Households whylin'
Everybody lying
There's hardly no benefits
I'm on a mission like CJ
Turning a one 'to three mate
Flipping them packs that be louder
Gogos inside of a stokvel
Amigo comprende?
(Ci)
140 Dash on the M way
Bayern my passenger princess
40 her jean, Chanel her tiddies
She only go out if I godda go run a play
That way lil' baby get content
Posted with all of the ballers
Next thing you know, they be calling
The brands, the fans, more followers
Loyalty go with the money these days
Yo' pockets ain't full, you got problems
Niggas in love with the drama
I be in love my zaza
Smoking a indoor cigar
I'm rolling like I cannot stop
Steady chilling, I stay on a humble
Hold it down for the ones
From my yard
Why you fronting
like I'm not the one?
Ho'!
Got my hands in the dirt, it's a pool
In the kitchen, I'm making it work
(Work, mxm, Tripp)
These lame niggas taking a piss
You lil' nigga smoking that dirt
Run out here flowing like cursive
More like that bunda, that skirt
When she be throwing...
(Nice, uh)
When she be tossing and turning it
Stephen Curry, my shooter don't miss
Now they be throwing up curses now
But listen, this shit is a gift
Thanking God that
I'm one of his chosen ones