[Verse 1]
Yeah I`m from Atlanta but I`m on a New York beat, chillen with my dawg my n***a Rickante and we gonna k** this sh** we running gun play while we sipping on this lean, it got us sideways. Work in the pot I`m selling to the streets, I can make a metric ton in a few weeks and I stay on my grind, I just wanna shine, KTL the realest n***a nah I ain't lyin`. These n***as think they kingpins, I been moving dope sense the first of last week and lately I been thinkin, Ima let it sink in, I`m the flyest n***a and yo b**h can be my wing man. Police think they hard mane, they pull me to the side but they didn't find a damn thing. Tryin to get the Intel, diamonds on my bezel, riding in a Lamborghini high as hell f** twelve