[Intro]

Yeah

Suffix, people

Chyeah

You know

You, you, you already

Yeah

C'mon

[Verse]

Kicking rocks on the block, telling all the OGs:

"I be coming for your spot when you're not looking"

Hot cooking, mama got it on the kitchen table

I thank God we were always able to

Get the leather couch, big screen, cable, too

Nintendo when them good grades came through

Then the cooked Ks came through

Some soft, some stepped-on, but we kept on

And I slept with the work plenty nights

Thought I heard niggas coming, thought I saw the cop lights, but

I was dreaming, then I woke

The junkies was still fiending, and I had coke so

I had hope; you may say that its wrong

But I ain't talking to your child, I'm talking to this song

I'm just doing a buck down memory lane

If I crash, just pick up my brain

And yes, my niggas the same, but they quicker to bang

And if they do, then I'm the nigga you blame

So I shoot first anyway, and I would do the honors any day

And tell your honor he a bitch to his face

And whip through the stage like I whip through the yay

Show your ass how to take four and get eight

And it don't take four niggas to get straight

The only Hot Boy eating off this plate: Young

Weezy Baby, that's what your bitch say

Give her ass a location and a temp plate

Show her how to work the interstate

Stop working with that thinner weight, get your brakes fixed

Stop playing, 'cause all we know is gunplay

Trip while you full and my clip gon' be empty

When the stomachs get empty, anything's tempting

Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kids' sake

Hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake

We tryna save face, but we ain't got a place

To stay, so they made us evacuate

We on our way, pussies, relocate

Y'all know us, when you see us, put your jewels up

Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up

It's that serious, homie, pick the news up

It wasn't good, nigga, think about the hood, nigga

The people who ain't never had shit, ain't gon' never have shit

Bullshit, 'cause they still gon' try to manage

Niggas doing anything, like, God gon' understand 'em

But please understand this: niggas with money lost mansions

Niggas with nothing lost families, lives lost in traffic

Water up to the attic, there goes the stashes

But a nigga got passion

Even though the bounce-back seeming like magic

Shit... Well, call me Siegfried

Watch how I turn one key to a hundred Gs

Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze:

Summer, please, know I live for you

Throw on the wife-beater, let back the lid for you

A few years I probably hear from you, but now I'm here for you

I know niggas that shed a tear for you

Behind bars, tryna get to you, and probably never see you

This that real talk if you ever heard it, homie

Shit hurts so much, might have to hurt you, homie

No commercial, no fronting, no curve on it

No cut; tell life, "So what?"

The drought's here; not only white's slowed up

The weed's slowed up, we can't even roll up

Fuck it, put a dent in the money too

But that's the last thing 'cause hustle is what we do

Hustle with what? How we getting on?

Where he sitting at? What he sitting on?

Stand up if you know it's true

The end of the world coming, and my city the proof, damn

Shit... And this is after disaster

This ain't rap, this a recap

Stepping off the G4, still strapped

Bust your head in the air, that's a sky-cap

Have my car pick me up where I arrive at

Drop the work off, 'cause it don't go where I reside at

Garbage bags filled up with dollars

Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies

Birdman, as long as we gon' eat

Then everybody eat off me

Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reaching

And I'ma get there through these bars, believe me

I'm down for the cause, even

When everything pause, I'm proceeding

I'm a leader, meet the son of Jacida

Fuck the world, not the people, damn!