[Intro]

Shit could've been real

Shit could've got oh shit

We could've been fire

That would've looked so so

I might've forgot alot

But never forgot that ass, how you feel

[Verse 1: Bizzy Crook]

Streets talk starts wars motherfuckin' hater

Matte black Phantom bitch I feel like Darth Vader

I'm always up before the young boy who get the paper

Made a jump away fader, still ain't get a post for FADER

[Hook: Bizzy Crook]

I had it all together I just needed help with structure

I just needed help with structure

I knew exactly how I seen it I just needed help with structure

I just needed help with structure

I took a shopping cast out, would've been nice to have some structure

Would've been nice to have some structure

We hit the club and racked out but yo

Where the fuck was structure

Ayo where the fuck was structure

(Shit could've been real)

[Verse 2: Bizzy Crook]

My nigga Harv used to scoop me in that Benz after school

15, used to let me whip the Benz so they know

Young nigga gettin' money is all a nigga ever knew

Dope boy, you don't even knew til you see this coupe

He said this shit here is for me [?]

This shit is not for you

And the music gon pay off real soon, real soon

That was my ride or die nigga, now rest in peace

I try to keep these niggas off the streets

Not everybody cooks but everybody wanna eat

They wanna piece of mine and I just want my fuckin' mind at peace

I know all they tactics I'm just thinkin' past it

I'm thinkin' forwards, niggas thinkin' backwards

If this was '09 and you was talkin' numbers, I was thinkin' plastic

Ayo that shit was back then, look

[Hook: Bizzy Crook]

I had the blueprint all along I just needed help with structure

I just needed help with structure

Fans flip flights from New Orleans man I wish I used some structure

Man I wish I used some structure

Remember we was talkin' in Orlando so you could bring me structure

I feel like you could bring me structure

Then we hit the club next night ayo you really had me fucked up

Ayo you really got me fucked up

[Verse 3: Bizzy Crook]

Young rich nigga can't afford to take a day off

Young big homie on these labels rap radar

Cuz even when its practice, I treat it like the playoffs

I never stress shit, my nigga let it shake off

On my way to Dallas, textin' Dallas

Slept in Cali now I woke up on the Twitter damn she got the fattest

And now the bitches been good

But come to think, I don't really fuck as much as I could

The pussies like liquor when you out backstages

I mean its always there but I don't always take it

I peep everything I just don't always say shit

I'm just lookin' for the ones that said that I won't make it

Yup, good look, no hard feelings mothafucka

[Outro]

And I told you, you ain't hear me on the radio everywhere you go

All your girls bumpin' 84 you can't escape me though

All your girls hit me on the low bitch probably hate me though

I'm just out here gettin' money but you probably hear me though

(Where the fuck is structure [x3])