Let that shit ride, Eighty8 Ayo Pluto, you goin’ brazy Oh yeah Berki, this the one right here
Grandma told me I’m a problem child Mama told me that she tired of this vacant house Brodie told me: “Stay down, we garn’ make it out” That’s my nigga, free him up Why they lock him down? Get it by any means, yeah we jugging miles I’m closer to my dreams, but it take a while So I’m serving all these fiends Put diamonds in my teeth For when I smile But I don’t smile
I told my nigga “Hold on” But he went gripping The way they folding on the kitch’ Opps seen the vision I’m really signed to these streets These people saying I’m different And when they try numb me off I swear, I stayed on my pivot These niggas ain’t 100, yeah they barely 50 Now they see I got a chance Wanna take me like Biggie I’ll be in them back roads, now we honey like Diddy I’m looking at these lights while I ride through my city I’ma slide through the city Spin that nigga’s block like a frisbee And we ain’t stopping, nah ‘Til they 6 feet Get rich, die tryin’, like I’m 50 And I swear I’m getting tired of these miskeens
Grandma told me I’m a problem child Mama told me that she tired of this vacant house Brodie told me: “Stay down, we garn’ make it out” That’s my nigga, free him up Why they lock him down? Get it by any means, yeah we jugging miles I’m closer to my dreams, but it take a while So I’m serving all these fiends Put diamonds in my teeth For when I smile But I don’t smile
Know feds up at the door, it makes my mama panic So I’m watching what I do, I make these moves like Janet ‘Til I’m out of this hood I’ma feed these addicts They will trick you out your spot, I swear these streets get tragic So I’m riding with mine I’m steady clutching this steel You fuck around, you might die You get stuck in this field I swear they tellin’ these lies Ain’t felt this pain I feel Ah, smoke two 9s, we risk it all for the mil’ Hooya ask me why I’m walking weird She won’t know the rent’s banked Brodie told me “Show no fear These niggas ain’t like that” Nothing gets dropped, I know Skinna’s spinning right back Spying on my shit, told them niggas bring that flow back Tell them bring that flow back Switching on your niggas, no I was never taught that Envy in their eyes, nigga that’s why I done fell back Phone was moving slow, no, I ain’t get no call backs, no And we really serving rocks We’d hold heavy metals Award up in the streets, but We ain’t get no medals Pain up in my back, but I ain’t ever settle Thinking ’bout that dough when I’m pushing on these pedals And it’s a cold world, we the coldest in it Best of both worlds, we serve them both up in it Mickz with the Glock, you know he rolling with it Ah, you know he smokey with it
Know feds up at the door, it makes my mama panic So I’m watching what I do, I make these moves like Janet ‘Til I’m out of this hood I’ma feed these addicts They will trick you out your spot, I swear these streets get tragic