[Intro: A.ReeveZ]
Yeah, okay
Y.T.N
Yeah, yeah
So I wrote this hook
And then I wrote the verse and uh
The verse kept going n***a
It k**ed the hook n***a I said yo...
[Verse 1: A.ReeveZ]
Holding the tone in the glove compartment
Only bring it out when a n***a wanna start sh**
Or I'm getting weed from a n***a I ain't never copped with
Fresher than you n***as all are
Check myself out n***a, Wal-Mart
Sex on the couch with your ex and your spouse
These hoes cheating n***a, false start
f** the cops and the government tryna take my prints, no Cyhi
Hollywood made up events, I swear this sh** so Sci-Fi
Paper trails, you can trace this dick, what you n***as want me or something?
Better make it quick 'fore I get a hundred Bil and buy small country or something
Getting rich on my Franklin sh**, riding round with my Asian chick
Southside but yo side of town is my favorite place to get paper b**h
n***a run that stack then run that pack
f** is this Lo?
Nah n***a 4/20 just pa**ed where the motherf**ing good weed at?
Pick up where I left off, letting n***as know I'm the best out
Gone stick ya chest out if you wanna test me
Let me know n***a I'll gone head text Cross
Dropping bombs in the Yo every time I decide to reload
I be telling motherf**ers take cover cuz I'm bout to explode
Better cover yo grill like I mouth full of golds
I'ma ignorant n***a
When it come to getting scrilla sh** I'm hunting for a million or better
I will never hesitate if I got money in my face
I will never take a break cuz I ain't running in yo race
I'm a Cleveland n***a, G'z in the street they will leave you bleeding n***a
Talking bout E.C to the Heights, keep that snow like Jeezy n***a
From East 99th to 116th, all I gotta do is tell them n***as that I got beef
They won't get no sleep til they see you n***as slippin' in the street
And they creep n***a T.L.C
...
They won't get no sleep til they see you n***as slippin' in the street
And they creep n***a T.L.C
I'm a beast and my leash done came up missing
Plate full of rappers I'll feast on a rapper
Don't believe me?
Put me on a feature bet I make a n***a sound like Chief Keef on the record
I guess these n***as don't like to admit you the best til you on
Then they all on ya nuts like they always thought your songs was the hardest
Yall n***as need to go home
Getting dome while I'm on the phone talking bout Mils
Rich n***a sh** and yo pockets on chill
Dog I'm for real, f** with the money, get touched, we ain't coppin' no feels
Trippy right? Young businessman living that hippy life
Cigars and weed fill em up, R.I.P I just k**ed my hook
[Outro]