[Intro]

(lonzetheking)

Good lookin', Lonze

(lonzetheking)

[Verse]

We was in Vegas, me and K, pourin' lines with Lonze

Shit talkin', it's comin' off my head, I can't write a line

If I get locked, I'ma keep my mouth closed, you'd probably drop a dime

Went to Hutch and bought a chain, spent ten thousand, that's the only time I dropped a dime

I was probably sixteen years old when I first shot a 9

I got an eight of Morton Grove, seven of Tris, and a six of PAI

I was 'bout to pour a four up, but I poured a five

Shot three niggas with the same gun, two died and only one survived

Call my phone if you send a message and I don't reply

Caught a casе, I got that bitch dismissed, I gave the lawyеr five

Catch a flight, or should I hit the road? Shit, I can't decide

If I hit the road, I'ma take somebody with me 'cause I hate to drive

Smokin' on some weed from **** that you ain't gon' find

I ain't gon' lie, if you try to shop, you gon' hate the price

Purple weed he got stronger than a bitch, that's somethin' I can't deny

I got some money that's older than me that says "made in '89"

Me and my niggas split a pint of Wock'—

Me and my niggas split a pint of Wock', he sellin' his and I'm savin' mine

I ain't sellin' not an ounce out my bottle, I'm drinkin' every line

After it's all gone, I'ma be lookin' for more, I do this all the time

Spent a couple thousand dollars just to nod off, this a rich high

A deuce of Tris mixed with a deuce of Morton in one pop, I get big high

I might pour a deuce in a twenty-ounce pop, I don't sip light

I ain't gon' lie, the last nigga got popped tryna fistfight

Was shoppin', told 'em don't worry about me, get everything that my bitch like

Buy so much shit, came home, looked up in my closet, bought that shit twice

Got a sale at the South, told him I'll be there shortly, just sit tight

Nigga got caught with some shit and got out the next day, it just don't sit right

Rule number five, you ain't supposed to boom in the crib where you live, right?

I still trapped it out

Told my dog I'm done sellin'— I had mapped it out

Sellin' everything for the high, you can ask around

They discontinued it in 2014, but it's still Act' around

Got caught with two straps before I could get my CPL, but it's still tools around

Stopped fuckin' 'round, everybody say I'm losin' out

Bought a crib, but shit gettin' old, so I'm movin' out

Ain't talkin' 'bout no pills when I say it's some blues around

Smoke too motherfuckin' much, I could use some pounds

I was gettin' money, but shit was gettin' hot, I had to switch my route

I remember times I was petty hustlin' tryna flip an ounce

If I try to add all the money I spent on lean, shit, I couldn't count

Spent a thousand last week, five hundred, fuck, it's a big amount

If I try to add the weed with it, it'd probably be a couple million dollars

I get irritated, it fuck my head up to even think about it

Antisocial, it took a minute to feel like I need somebody

GrindHard, did everything on my own, I don't need nobody

Everybody got they hand out, when I was fucked up, I ain't see nobody

When I got on, I put all my niggas on, I ain't leave nobody