(Hook)
We pop bottles in this (*##$ to get our name up
I come from under the bottom ^!$$%, I came up

So many ^!$$%s surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
We pop bottles in this (*##$ to get our name up

I come from under the bottom ^!$$%, we came up
So many ^!$$%s surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”

(Verse 1)
Little leather ^!$$%s get it,
I come from the back door with 40 lil' live ^!$$%s with me

All on mollies, it's nothin', fresh ^!$$%s they up
Some in the mail room and the club lightin' blunts up
Walk through me, jewelry, clothes and silks only

Besides gallons of milk with big bills on me
True, the jewels is fluorescent
They used to light ^!$$%s who got all they shines out, stretch ‘em

Do you in the dark, whatever come out the light
Better be bread or weed or gold tonight
Get the scheme and shoot the %#@! up, with real ^!$$%s in here

They all mine as long as they know the night
Yeah that's the %#@! I don't like,
Shorty gave me dome hype

Grab her face mask, don't bite
I'm in my mansion in the zone writin'
I'm known for throwin' lightnin'

I stand alone, yo, one titan!
(Hook)
We pop bottles in this (*##$ to get our name up

I come from under the bottom ^!$$%, I came up
So many ^!$$%s surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”

We pop bottles in this (*##$ to get our name up
I come from under the bottom ^!$$%, we came up
So many ^!$$%s surround me wanna flame somethin'

I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
(Verse 2)
Push the 7 in the rain, come through with seven chains

They call me Young Legend out in Maine
Known for tiltin' ^!$$%s wigs
Don't kill the kids for not knowing where real rap remains

Treacherous emcess, react like Jack Dempsey
Yeah, the Billboard !@^%, and I'm Pimp C
Fly as ever, one level, one rebel

Cool out in the Caymans with thugs, crews and gangs
Yeah I rap for the merrier, dance my $$# off
Paper chasin', Captain America

Fly high, lavas'll drive by
Team of live wires, we catch you outside, we fry liars
Yeah, them blow kids live on the gold, kids

Never go broke, rather toke, just smoke nigs
Killers know to call me the GOAT
For murderous rap music that get inside your head is dope

(Hook)
We pop bottles in this (*##$ to get our name up
I come from under the bottom ^!$$%, I came up

So many ^!$$%s surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”
We pop bottles in this (*##$ to get our name up

I come from under the bottom ^!$$%, we came up
So many ^!$$%s surround me wanna flame somethin'
I'm like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”