Everybody keep tellin me make a club record
You ain't trappin' no more, stop makin' drug records
n***a you just had a daughter, stop makin' thug records
I brought that money back fast, I had the plug flexin'
Welcome to Harlem, El Barrio, that's the drug section
Hit your b**h with my jeans on, they makin' love naked
I got love for my local, but I know cuz reckless
I ain't gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough stressin'
My father was a rollin' stone, but taught me one lesson
Do your dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones tellin'
I know it broke my mother heart to see her son sellin'
I had coke in my dresser, trifling as ever had a dream
Biggie featured me on life after
I be with my same n***as
I don't really like rappers
n***as can't make a song for nothin' but they nice actors
Go and get a movie role
Low baggin' up tuna rolls
Raw sh**
I come from a block where you seen it but never saw sh**
I be at the juice bar, my wheat gra** and bark sh**
My youngin' just came from up north, he tryna pop sh**
Tryna teach him somethin' bout life and how we started
Lower cla** poverty, homies from jail callin' me
Playin' a number every day but never hit the lottery
Liquor store on the corner, might as well get drunk
I remember that free lunch, wasn't shootin we would jump, stump
n***as like the end of a blunt
Trap slowed up, I told papi I got 'em by the end of the month
I was thinkin' bout 5 50's with the cinnamon guts
These shots will blow your mind away, now your memory dust
In memory of, I got a J.F. Kennedy buzz
Presidential, call Enterprise, I need another rental
Tryna take a package down to North Carolina
Maybe buy some Ferragamo, I'm so focused on these commas
If you never been broke it's gon' be hard to feel me
Only a log in my vote, it's gon' be hard to k** me
They say practice make perfect, we at it every day
I'm thinking 'bout that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written, I'm gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations 'bout paper, baby come burn something
East side