[Ritchie with a T]
How many trains will make that, yo
Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street my n***a
Like boom, boom, boom
I'm working on my third, you see
You still learning about the birds and the bees
My n***a, you knew, knew, knew
We be up all night, just murdering beats
And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
Like boom, boom, boom
They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see
And tell me which of you motherf**ers haven't heard of me
Tell me like who, who, who
[Stepa J. Groggs]
Started making a name and now they're knockin' it
f** the city up whenever we droppin' sh**
Created a sound, they started jockin' it
Don't put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it
I'm not tryna make a scene
But is it still a scene if it's not heard or seen?
Don't worry about us, n***a, worry about your team
Tryna get this cream 'cause they say cash rules
And you know all of Parker's beats are cashews
Ain't nothin' but a thang, put ba** in your- (coughing)
Put ba** in your voice if you're gonna speak my name
Damn near 30, grown a** n***a
We a dynasty, word to Jigga
Rockin' and I'm rollin', driving like it's stolen
No sick calls, bro, I always go in
Still bumping Jill, n***a, life is golden
[Ritchie with a T]
Yo, how many trains will make that, yo
Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street my n***a
Like boom, boom, boom
I'm working on my third, you see
You still learning about the birds and the bees
My n***a, you knew, knew, knew
We be up all night, just murdering beats
And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
Like boom, boom, boom
They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see
And tell me which of you motherf**ers haven't heard of me
Tell me like who, who, who
[Ritchie with a T]
Me, I ain't f**in' with none of that chit-chat
That he-say, she- say sh** about this cat
'Well, I ain't heard he had a-', n***a, just get back
That old, white n***a saying, 'See, I don't do the rap thing
But I can actually understand you, I dig that
And you don't talk about the guns and you flip crack.'
Well, listen up, Baxter, well, see, I get that
But we won't agree on as much as you think, Jack
And then we got the old head's going
'What's up with the ghost-writing thing, my n***a?
I don't get that, see, back in my day, you had to write and
Spit raps.' Isn't Ice Cube writing 64' a known fact?
They even put it in a movie, n***a, explain that
That's no shade, they ain't even try and go change that
And here we go back again with all that chit-chat
The he-say, she-say, n***a, just spit raps
[Ritchie with a T]
Yo, how many trains will make that, yo
Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street my n***a
Like boom, boom, boom
I'm working on my third, you see
You still learning about the birds and the bees
My n***a, you knew, knew, knew
We be up all night, just murdering beats
And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
Like boom, boom, boom
They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see
And tell me which of you motherf**ers haven't heard of me
Tell me like who, who, who