[Intro: Lil Monte]

(Oh my God, Dare)

I grew up in the filthy streets

Lately can't get no sleep

In the bando, sellin' treats

In the bando, sellin' treats

[Chorus: Lil Monte]

Emotions keep on shiftin'

My wrist, it keep on whippin'

Them bricks, they keep on flippin and flippin, yeah

VVS, clarity, check the glistening, yeah

Hit the mileage, you can check the distance, yeah

Emotions keep on shiftin'

My wrist, it keep on whippin'

Them bricks, they keep on flippin and flippin, yeah

VVS, clarity, check the glistening, yeah

Hit the mileage, you can check the distance, yeah

[Verse 1: Bundog]

Put my wrist in it, add some buff and start mixing it

To get a whole kеy, my whole team was risking it

Now a whole kеy can't get you a spot to piss in it

I'm lowkey cus my whole team on some different shit

Take you back to 09

When a Mac was a gold mine

When niggas still sharing chains

But me, i had my own shine

I don't gamble, PROLINE, I always had my own line

And niggas ain't scoring on me, I ain't a goalie

Always on some different shit

Smuggle bricks with Mexicans

If they ain't checking in

Then the hate is evident

Need to get some newer friends

Fuck it, if you grew with them

It's a battle in this jungle, my nigga

It's either you or them

Niggas still pocket watching

I don't do no pocket watching

Watch my pocket, guaranteed you be my pocket rocket

Niggas all gay, still on their ho shit

My nigga came home, next nigga on a parole bid

[Chorus: Lil Monte]

Emotions keep on shiftin'

My wrist, it keep on whippin'

Them bricks, they keep on flippin and flippin, yeah

VVS, clarity, check the glistening, yeah

Hit the mileage, you can check the distance, yeah

Emotions keep on shiftin'

My wrist, it keep on whippin'

Them bricks, they keep on flippin and flippin, yeah

VVS, clarity, check the glistening, yeah

Hit the mileage, you can check the distance, yeah

[Verse 2: KemSav]

I grew up in the streets

You better make the right decision, yeah

No snitch, can't be fake, you might get killed for that

Growing up, all i know was to keep a strap

2 Times Gang, two-two his back

Niggas better know their place 'cause shit out here ain't fuckin' safe

We were like fourteen, thirteen, tellin' him to up the safe

I was like fourteen when I caught a case

Then when I was sixteen, like fuck it I gotta do the race

Like fuck it, gotta get the cake

Like fuck it, gotta hit the Lane

You don't want smoke, stay in your lane, uh

Like, link up, I just got a call, uh

We pull up, watch his body fall, uh

[Chorus: Lil Monte]

Emotions keep on shiftin'

My wrist, it keep on whippin'

Them bricks, they keep on flippin and flippin, yeah

VVS, clarity, check the glistening, yeah

Hit the mileage, you can check the distance, yeah

Emotions keep on shiftin'

My wrist, it keep on whippin'

Them bricks, they keep on flippin and flippin, yeah

VVS, clarity, check the glistening, yeah

Hit the mileage, you can check the distance, yeah