[Verse 1 - Oonie]

We was on that

Fuck the Prada, let's fuck up some up enchiladas

And pissing off my momma' with cousin to cousin drama

We kick it at mi casa, my papa was sippin' vodka

Got people up on a mission to fill they pockets with products

Just hopin to make a profit, stealing from supermarkets

I couldn't knock the hustle regardless of how they got it

They pullin up with Jordan's and fronting it like they bought it

But fuck it, let's get a pardon and rock it out like we ballin', 'cause my

[Verse 2 - Oonie]

Noodles was ramen, the knowledge uncommon

I had a heart and soul of diamonds, only problem was timing

Before I was rhymin', before I first decided on grinding

We rolling on 80, the way to Sacramento, we flyin

I see a siren, na sit back, 'cause all I got is shit tags

Rollers pull us over tryna' beak is like a Kit-Kat

Cuff a na up it's tight enough to make my wrist crack

So fuck you with yo' bitch ass, go tell that to yo' dispatch

Personality poppin' but never popular

Never gave a fuck because I'm better off anonymous

Better off with my cannabis and my consciousness

Keep a small circle, I'm the colonel of this mobbin' shit

Picking pockets for profit and selling pocket rockets

Keep it solid, on topic, and never talk about it

Never speak of the problem that we have been involved with

Convince 'em all that we alcoholics and never got it

[Bridge - Byemilo]

Last year I made stack off writing a love song

About a girl who ain't ever hit me back

Last month I said I'll write my last verse

Then I caught a buzz dropped an album

I'm still waiting on a plaque

Who would've known the fat kid from junior high

Would be greatest to ever do it, dead or alive

I'm still on the same shit with new money

Motherfuckers know me in the ends cause I

[Verse 3 - Byemilo]

Been good since it was Goodwood with snapbacks

I had bad bitches before y'all even had Snapchats

Callused hands from dragging bodies in big bags

I rapped about haters before I had fans

I was raised suburban with alcoholics and bourbon

In Subaru's driving past rich girls in foreigns

Born on the south side of Sacramento

It was cereal, PBS and my brother on Nintendo

Yeah, look

My grandpa had liquor pouring it's how I came up learning

He had jaded nerves, I spit hereditary verses

I only ever stole one time from my momma's purses

That's why Ima' blow up put the money back and buy her roses

Every day momma's day 'cause more than me, she deserves it

I learned in hospitals that nothing's perfect

I got my name on a necklace in gold, so they think I'm worth it

I got my name on a necklace in gold, so they think I'm worth it

[Verse 4 - Enzo Dane]

I came from ripped jeans and free TV

These days I'm six deep and on TV

I told you one day I'll be up momma'

Ima' move to LA and sell CDs

I said fuck a .38

Ima' sell out Ace of Spades

I been makin' money move

Used to spit in granny's face

All you yuppies shootin blanks

I just bought my first chain

Me and Jaye bought a grill

I can't fuck with all these fakes

Now I'm talkin' 'bout back pain my track game hit

I got karats on earrings, I need things quick

Milo made like a hunnit'-k in a couple days

All my boys in the backseat, we been heat

I just moved off the back street to Main Street wait

I just changed out the 2 seat to 4 seats wait

Changin' lanes on the 80 it made me

I live off of the 80 it made me