[Intro] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Chandeliers and the ceiling still She get the chills Remembering when sh** was so real, she could feel me Handling the steering wheels Lane to lane, until we made it to the plane No diamonds in my ear, plenty in my watch The neighborhood superstar The neighborhood watch love to watch I'm in the drop, easy to spot, hard to get Not a target for too much of a boss for all that kid sh** I'm in the 6 with an AMG kit Pay me quick, or the k**ers record hits I'm in the mix motherf**er this is instant grits bu*ter lather Rapping these studiobricks, nobody does it better [Hook: T.Y.] (x2) We the realest sh** you heard about Keep it pumping even when it's a drought If you bucking then we pulling it out Hit the block and newest thing out JLR b**h we running the south [Verse 2: T.Y.] And if they leave me the weight, I'ma take it A whole zip of that k**, I f** around and face it We only speaking what's real, this is more than a basic I been had it on my mind before I even made it Top dog, the shots called, n***a we make ‘em b**hes want love and they p**y is persuasive I be in the cut blazing like im from Jamaica These lames ain't us they just duplicate our flavor I'm so far gone but I'll be back with some paper Weighing on this f**ing vape like I was the creator Left the little league and hopped straight in the majors Spike the sprite just to add a little more flavor We make this here for all the original players Real gon be real, and the haters gon be haters And when you notice that your hustle gon be so amazing This took time, I had got better with patience And this jet life, you gotta love it or hate it (n***a) [Hook: T.Y.] (x4) We the realest sh** you heard about Keep it pumping even when it's a drought If you bucking then we pulling it out Hit the block and newest thing out JLR b**h we runnin the south [Outro]