It's like they're here, and trying to represent the slum, know what I mean? Too old, get it right from the get-go. Don't go fuck around, pull a kick-go. Top of the street, in it, butt-in-head, clip-go. Sit down, smoke, go on that kick-flow. This for my nigga G.O.A.T. locked in a pen. Gone so long he can't even raise his head. My folks in the hole don't even know, on the floor, who in the world been laughing at. Slow down, y'all, I think them niggas want some. And we'll show them motherfuckers they'll get some. I'm from the city, and shittin' niggas and victims. 21-10, you a shot, I'm bringing the victims. Me and Fake G.O.A.T. on the south side. Face down, ass up, with a mouth wide. You know the drill, slingin' pills, tryin' to get green. I'm not too old, but I got a M16. For them niggas and them bitches with they OEs. Move out, put this in, and get us on the corner, please. We in the trap, and makin' plays until them folks come. You know the game, I'm never cheating. Let's get on with some. I'm like Vince Kona, I gotta stay bent. I need every quarter, I gotta pay rent. I see your nigga done got fans and shit. But you gotta stop shakin' niggas and dance with me. I'll shit a motherfucker straight up off the block. Serving rock, tryin' to get it in my sock for the cop seat. And if a nigga wanna take it to the Glocks in the shop. Cause it ain't a motherfucker tryin' to pop me. Keep it real, what you know about Scott Dale? Hittin' licks, fightin' pits, and a cocktail. Nasty Detroit, P.J. in the cocktail. And I eat your head over bread cause the block blew. When I was there broke, I ain't like boasters. If you stand around me, you might stunt your growth. Draw down on, pour a pound on. Kick y'all ass up out of the ground, huh? For them niggas and them bitches with they OEs. Move out, put this in, and get us on the corner, please. We in the trap, and makin' plays until them folks come. You know the game, I'm never cheating. Let's get on with some. I don't wish a motherfucker would. Try to come test a bitch. I'm from the Baptiste. Niggas wanna bless a bitch. It's cause them Cadillac trucks and the Lexus is a king. None of y'all niggas stand next to me. Drug dealer, I'm a legend in my own town. Nike signs, happy faces in the whole nine. Pump pills, pop a pussy, pop a Chris nigga. Lil' fake, I double Lil' Chris nigga. I'm like, fuck every single freak hoe. Even though I might mingle with a pink hoe. The game is fast, but the cash is slow. Why they wanna compete like pink hoes? Roll down a block in a black 6-4. Smoke in a chunk of the sack tip, bro. Project niggas with a project flow. Slum ass niggas with them slum ass hoes. All them niggas and them bitches with they OEs. We ridin' clubs and sendin' cash on the road at least. In the trap and makin' pay until them fucks close. You know the game, I'm never cheating. Let's get on with some. All them niggas and them bitches with they OEs. We ridin' clubs and sendin' cash on the road at least. In the trap and makin' pay until them fucks close. You know the game, I'm never cheating. Let's get on with some.