[Produced by AraabMUZIK]
[Verse 1]
Man, I'm a feeling like rich with the duffle, bricks on the shuffle
Yams like, "Twelv, you better stay out of trouble"
Cool in state of fold, no snitch in the huddle
A$AP mob, money mix with the muscles
Dollars falling from the sky, Harlem on the rise
On some Sparta sh**, you don't want no problems with these guys
I'm no smiling no, how I get you bodied in your ride
Check the calendar, got this sh** feeling like July
But I'm cool though, graduated school though
Don't sip Nuvo, that never been cool though
f** it, I'm a fool though, new flow after new flow
Twelvy 'bout his kudos, I'm live from the group home
Hard knocks, and see the bigger picture
Plans to get richer or k** them with the scriptures
Huh, so f** them other the n***as (Why?)
Cause they ain't f**in' wit' my n***as
[Hook]
All my n***as throw they A's up
See me singing and winning
f**ing we living, but you gotta peep the vision
All my n***as getting paper
Cause we hustle this sh**
Young n***as just running this sh** (x2)
[Verse 2]
Man I'm gunning for the top, million n***as deep
Strapped with heat, watch how we occupy the streets
With the least in the maximum, all the g's jackin' 'em
And I keep the calcium, and I'm known for blasting them
Stop hara**ing them, about
b**hes and his rapper friends, oh
All what ..
That queer sh** is sickenin'
All about my Benjamins
Old sh** is all black timbaland
Y'all old n***as feminine
Y'all ain't getting dividends
Man I got racks to get
Man I got racks to spend
I'm fit on some rapper sh**
I'm caught in the loop, straight from the stoop
To the booth, next stop a coup, I'm the truth
What it do
Why they let this young n***a loose
I'm the truth, this is what I do in the booth
Man I have fun, and I spaz on everything
Cause young n***as run everything