[Intro]

Aye

It's that throwback shit

Ninety-eight, Ninety-nine

[Verse]

Now let me take you to the late ninteys

A lost child and they can't find 'em

Pops locked up in state confinement

I shed a tear every time I get some to time to write him

I used to smoke stress weed just to get high

And been around gangbangers since I'm knee high

Them other fools think we scared, nigga we not

The right heat drops, slap box homies just to sharpen the boo-bop

Babiеs havin' babies, kids killin' over pussy and it's crazy

You leavе your house that's a maybe

That you'll make it back home cause niggas die upon the daily

So if you owe me, you should pay me

Ain't tryna turn this to a maybe

Ain't a lot of shit that phased me

And I don't need no stamp from you critics that try to rate me

Clock in hours, I see they bitter and they taste is sour

They killin' niggas with these 5G towers

While we strapped ready to scream "the world is ours"

Scarface boss shit, smokin' kush on top of the loft shit

I'm on that watch this

I swear ain't no hater can stop this

You cool but you not this

The pilot that's controlling the cockpit

Now let me bring you back to present day

I work hard so my name gain a hell away

Lobster tail, bad bitches in a couple states

I'm a real player tryna fuck, I don't like to date

They ask me when I'm dropping soon, but never late

And I promise when it's ready I won't hesitate

But you can't rush greatness so I make a way

I'ma slow cook it with that pot so they can't complain

Never show my hand like a game of poker

Late nights on my grind, I'm a hard worker

Score perfect, still worth it, and I ain't never fail at shit

I keep it going 'til it start working

Riding foreigns, blowing backs

Get a check, run it back

If I take I don't give it back

And I promise I did it with no help 'cause I ain't into that