200 for a steak and I don't like it Shit, I barely talk, real G's move in silence A lot of drug deals, gun violence Mama heard I'm out in NYC and got excited I'm just tryna clean my act up, dodge indictments But I can still get into your town if you like it I might even get you turned around, what's the prices? Why the fuck you gon' get a chain with no license? Hood nigga, what's good nigga? Big bags over here, we ain't no lil' niggas You wanna straight up and play with It's a lil' different club on this down booker nigga We brought thugs with us, we brought guns with us Caltech got the Dean plus the drum in it What's that lil' shit you rockin', boy, my son in it Beat her down from the back, put my thumb in it Ugh, you know that bitch nasty Hands on shit, why would they sign me? Fuck friends, man, half of them grimy Probably sprintin' to that bag, come and find me If I ain't had his hustle in me, what would I do? Stuck my pockets full of bands, lost my ID Stuck my 24 with four, you ain't like me Run off in the Louis store for a white tee 500 for these Travis Scott Nikes Hey, you geekin' off a perk, bitch, I might be Rap niggas turn trap niggas, it's ridiculous How the fuck you get off the pen, you suspicious They say you ain't really been through it if it's written I can turn words into paper, bitch, I'm gifted I just walked in front, excuse me, where's Ralph Simmons? Black Dior denim, skinny pockets, 20 in them Lost him to the street, but you know he's still with us Lost her to the game, but you know we still get it She say she ain't never really been my real niggas Her ex was a liar, I asked her how she deal with it Put me in the game, coach, I got her from here I ain't had to hit the boof dogs to start a career I sense these niggas hatin' through they Instagram I think these niggas hatin' cause they bitches feel my shit All that flexin', you should help your homies get some cash Badass cougar fuckin' on me, look like Stacey Dash Four pockets full, baby, do the math You should get you some, nigga, you look mad You should get you some, nigga, you look mad Four pockets full, baby, do the math You should get you some, nigga, you look mad