[Verse 1:]
I'm high and my home girl tryna kick it
Like two ninjas getting new slippers on Christmas
In a craddle of wrapping paper I was born gifted
A grounded person though a n***a all kind lifted
I'm on the road I done seen all kinda b**hes, when I come home
My girl acting all kinda suspicious, but won't leave me 'lone
All she want is a little attention, is that so wrong?
So I said I be back in a minute but she know I won't
I'm partially caught up in the game
My name constantly being brought up, they throwin slangs
These hoes putting me under the scope, that's aim
I know I reverse that, she going in her purse church mane
I'm throwback I take it where it was at first mane
That live n***a rap, Wings on that B
I'm sitting in the back, I got your b**h mine
Her head in my lap, I'm twisting up that lime
[Hook:]
My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly
Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't sh** that you can tell me
I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly
Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now
[Verse 2:]
We can take it back to Air Max 95, if you wan start acting like you live
Jive a**es was never outside, I seen it first hand
Minimal dirt on my fingers was the game plan
Now it's ten thousand dollar bank bands, Jet Life it pays man
Underground rap, put a big house on top that land
They said I wouldn't do it now they understand that I had already done it
Coulda been a super radio smash, but I didn't want it
I rather play the cut stay 100, papered up in a opera house
Sneaking bong hits until they put us out
[Hook]