[Verse 1]

Jumpsuit at Pataki’s fresh home, but focus

Hopeless, finding out ways to where that coke is

Told him smoke this, gave him that like hold this

Me and LeBron meet you at the mall for this road trip

In and out every bank hit, every route, make sure

Correct them out can’t lie, check the account

For my dogs they need burners I gave them out

Broke some laws but beat the murders, I paid it out

Helped them out if you tough, why yelling shot

When they killed Ricky you turned in the tray, like let him out

Gut the lock, set the film box, I set him out

Miss sugar hill posted in a Jag but mellowed out

When niggas yo muscle they take advantage of it

Beefing with them they think you ain’t gonna make the sandwich of em

Everything ain’t a movie, make sure the camera’s covered

Lift the Uzi before I be another Kaniko

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If we ain’t got it, we get it

You got it, let’s get it

Who got him to get it

‘Cause they got him they get it

Every shot that we sending

We hot or we winning

This ain’t no bullshit, nigga

This a full clip

[Verse 2]

We ain’t got it, we get it, you ain’t got it, we get it

If we got it this caddy, get in, lil momma, we livin’

Handing out exquisite whips while you hopping them relics

Savage, hook this with the dent you’ve been popped for a minute

Dig it? You ain’t never lived by the law of the streets

Lieutenant, what you ever did to record you a beat

The lyrics? The definition of talking is cheap

I live it, that’s why you bitch keep my songs on repeat

Capish I’m in your party, give me ten feet

Before I pull off with your Barbie in a Benz jeep

Your boobie know I’m hotter than the Benz seats

You couldn’t move me with a Martin Luther King speech

Sheesh, I got a fever with the lyrics, you can see it ‘cause it’s vivid

They believe it when I spit it, nigga

You niggas don’t see it, I’m a menace

I used to hold the block, I can’t see it in a minute

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[Verse 3]

You ain’t ‘bout it to live it

You a coward, forget it

Talking powder, I’m with it

Hand me a pot in the kitchen

Haters probably bitching

Yeah, they probably pitching

Drag it down, nigga, go find a brick

Lying down for ringing, the iron loud

I gotta bang I’m like Johnny Yang from Chinatown

I ‘bout to bang like I gotta drink to quiet down

I’m at the same, different kind of mink, that’s lighter brown

I’m known to test shoot, 38 hold the special

Live like a Soprano, no listen like Tony nephew

But fold up 12 joints, there’s four left, more or less

I’m posting the ave and go text

Thinking the L, fly nigga for real

Sick of being your average why nigga was ill

Quicker with the ratchet, never mind the steel

I’m going for your watch so I got time to kill

[Hook x2]