[Intro]
You know, it's just some real ^!$$% %#@!, a real ^!$$% story
You know what I'm saying?


(Hook)
(aye)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean


[Verse 1: Future]
Got a panamera on a young ^!$$% neck (porche)
Got a young (*##$ pulling up in a vet (she working)

Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
(*##$ a ^!$$% get money, ^!$$% get that

Hold up, brother run it, ^!$$% sell up all the crack
Who can hear that ^!$$% lying, all the words that don't
I get group up my lil ? with the duffer, don't wanna look

50 thousand on your watch, dark ^!$$% splurge
Hold up ace of spade, bout to sip a coup of syrup
Keep a young ^!$$% working at a buzz a k

I'ma take a phone call, bust a every pay

(Hook)

(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)

Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean


Whip it, never cake, just an orange ?spider
Young ^!$$% play with keys, ^!$$% type writer

At the pole Jordan got it ?our nose snitching, I can put it on a bottle
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
^!$$% where you at, ^!$$% we gonn put up on you

Young (*##$ living like janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a toup and a baby
Got the girl dripping bit like a Jerry Curl

Got the stuff on cup and it's full of syrup
Sending all the fronting message, call me, let me work


(Hook)
(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)

Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Minding like I'm fronting, not you, go back

Killers rob me like I'm gotti
If I trip you know I'm sorry
I be fresh don't need no stylist

I be geeking on them mollies
Sery makes no?clean
My hair like a triple bean

I got workers like machines
All I do is sit and dream
Have my ^!$$%s serve fiends

I get dumber than orlean

(Hook)

(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean.