We got raw
Plus
up in this bytch
Master P with the grams
in this bytch
Shots almost hit the passenger
They shook up in the whip
Before the deal
I’ll take a trip to Brooklyn for the
Tried to go the college route
But that's on Tookie
I was Crip
Weed The Color Purple
Think of Whoopi when it's lit
Tried to start an empire
Broke down a cookie in the crib
Toss you off
Highbridge
Then play A Boogie wit'cho bytch ugh
Shout out my Crips
That's still Crippin nikka
Shout out my Bloods
That's still Bloodin nikka
Straight from the dirt
Shout out my muddy nikkas
Came from the bottom
All my get money nikkas
That's on Malik
You ain't never seen nothin' like this
I'm Leonidas
300 hitters with me
shyt excitin'
You can't imagine
Walkin' to the store
Duckin' indictments
Tatted my face
Approachin' my enemies like I'm
Breitling
Ratties in the car with no license
You know the block bitin'
Ima throw the knife to his pipe
I do not like 'em
We gon' cop it all from Gucci to
Nike items
We love some bright items
I fell back from the Roc like J-A-Y hyphen
Z650 Kawasaki on Dyckman
Dope in Howard University
The stamp was a bison
These diamonds are enticin'
Still ridin' with no license