Me and Murda took the city, now these fuck niggas envy Long live Streetz and long live James We still smokin’ your enemy DP Blood steady spinnin’ blocks He just cashed out on an Infiniti And tell ’em free my nigga [?] I heard he crashed off the Henny 2013 you walk through the hood We’ll beat your ass for your shoes Them pussies cut my momma gas I had to shower at school Now me and Pistole eatin’ lobster Used to go have Fon Fon And when we upload all our pictures All our captions say ‘Mood’ I watched my granny smoke a rock While she was fixin’ us dinner Can’t tell me shit about the struggle I walked from [?] to [?] What you know ’bout tank tops and flip flops In the winter, bitch now I’m coolin’ in Manhattan With a bitch named Kendall Bitch I’m Grimeyy extra slimy Just slid straight off the plane Fuck nigga dissin’, I ain’t replyin’ ’cause I slid in his main If you don’t see me with them niggas Then they got cropped out the frame Witness protection for the goofy Nigga still duckin’ rec You heard the news, I got some views But bitch I’m still on the set Spoke on the gang for some clout ‘Cause they know we the best Won’t say no name just gon’ hop out and put bout 5 In they chest, that nigga baby mama [?] she lit Like 4/3 crack, rest of the gang ain’t hit the bitch Because he took the hoe back (Goofy!) And don’t believe your favorite rapper ‘Cause most of these fuck niggas cap STL, Mugshots, you can Google me champ But fuck the goofies, back to the struggle ‘Member sleepin’ on trains (Damn!) In that can I stood 10, sellin’ coffee like ‘caine Remember wearin’ the same shoes And v-necks with the stains (Ugh) Bitch I got it out the mud, dirt, soil, you a grain Gang!