[Intro]

(You want a drink, Alek, while you wait?)

August 21st, 2021

[Verse 1]

This the update

Youngin out that bottom havin' fans way from upstate

Taxi car in New York, feel like a nigga on the runway

Made it on some other shit, my hood don't let no gunplay

Lil' boy, I'm from that Wreck, when I present, it be the dumb way

Flip down, post up with the thirty stick on me, it's on the tuck

I don't hang 'round many, only real niggas on my side, me, Col, and Buck

When I get where I'm goin', know I worked for all of this, ain't nothin' luck

My niggas with me at the bottom, same niggas with me when I'm up

Young nigga, 'member kickin' shit with Kato

Felt pain, shook back, I'm okay, though

My lil' brother still livin' like Halo

Started off just like Big Draco

Pourin' Wock' up all in the Faygo

Bitch, catch up, no mustard or mayo

Makе a bag for to start off my day, though

My bitch A-class like J-Lo

I keep my head up, won't show up on my past

Who got hospitalized, diabеtes goin' on with my dad

Just talked to my mom, she say I'm livin' kind of fast

Hop in that Hellcat, pull off and I do the dash

[Chorus]

Thirty thousand dollars spent on the watch

It's this type of day, I'ma tote on a Glock

When I go in, I don't know how to stop

This for the niggas who post on the block

This for the niggas on that paper route

This for the ones who gon' figure it out

So many more say they feelin' me now

Pop out, I'm mobbin' with Billie Jean bounce

[Verse 2]

Might catch a flight to the West Coast, but I come straight from the projects (Straight from the projects)

Used to want for a whole lot, now I walk around, yeah, I could buy that (Yeah, I could buy that)

Know a couple niggas in the hood, OG still raw with the Pyrex (Still raw with the Pyrex)

Flyin' first class in the front, I could really say, "What up?" to the pilot ("What up?" to the pilot)

Pull off, I'm leavin' the block, all the opps away where it's hidin'

Floatin', I pull off the top, took it all the way over the top, yeah (Take it off all the way)

They say that I'm broke and that I fell off

I'm gettin' this money, I doubt it

The way that I'm livin', it's really galore

The way that I'm livin' retarded

[Chorus]

Thirty thousand dollars spent on the watch

It's this type of day, I'ma tote on a Glock

When I go in, I don't know how to stop

This for the niggas who post on the block

This for the niggas on that paper route

This for the ones who gon' figure it out

So many more say they feelin' me now

Pop out, I'm mobbin' with Billie Jean bounce

[Outro]

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