[Verse 1]

I still run with them same niggas

Still run on that same block

Still runnin' from police

Still duckin' them same cops

Boy, that 2 seater

Yea you know that coupe mean

Niggas makin them false statements

They don’t really know what the truth mean

That’s alright, that’s cool though, they gon' learn up

And you damn right, that’s a whole pound, my nigga roll up

Boss shit, yea we be on that boss shit

Niggas had it, couldn’t handle it

So it’s safe to say that they lost it

Ah shit, MOB on that mob shit

Talkin bout who you gon' rob bitch

I’m fully equipped with this rocket

Yao Ming, it ain’t even worth it

Throw my frames on, now that’s picture perfect

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Them girls wanna party, they off of that liquor

I’m poppin the mollies, I fuck with my niggas

They say that they want but we do it so different

(TGOD)

[Verse 2]

Uh, word

My niggas like hoes (hoes)

That like hoes (uh)

Arguing with that death bitch like fuck you mean in my fly clothes

Sweat suits, yea bitch they’re my fly clothes

Music playing in my iPod, I’m in high mode

Alter beats, niggas all on em O games

I was thinkin bout how to make a million off of cocaine

That’s hard to do when niggas ain’t gon play they role

Man that shit cold, a couple niggas told

Them long nights, them cold days

Them 2 way streets, them 1 ways

That car read a lot of money, nigga that’s ballpark

And you, you was a bitch in school

Nigga we call that Hallmark

[Hook]