[Intro: Louie Ray]

Alright

(It's a Wayne beat)

Alright, yeah

You had a split second there to catch me, aight

Oh you had to catch me

[Verse 1: Louie Ray & YN Jay]

You had a split second there to catch me

Black nigga, I be showing out at night like I'm Wesley

I'm in deep but I be movin' through this shit at a jet speed

I be really out here dealing with it, I can meet needs

Fresh nigga livin what I rap, you gotta meet me

You tryna earn a verse from JLK you gotta beat me

Bring it to him, put it up close, make it 3D

Don't think that 'cause I'm out here getting money you gon' eat free

(Yeah, alright, psh)

If this ain't the motivation, what it gotta be?

My west niggas having complications tryna vibe East

What's the chicken on a feature, bro? I think a five piece

You want Jay to say "Hold on!" oh, that's a 9 piece

I woke up in LA on the sheets with a dime piece

Bossin' over pasta with the shrimp, that's a light feast

20 thousand on me everyday, 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 2: YN Jay]

Okay

That's what we gon' do? Alright

I-, alright, I ain't gon' do that

I-, no, I can't do that either

I'll put the-, yeah!

I put the clippers to your head where the line be

I was posted up on the corner where the sign be

I knew I was doing good, they wanna sign me

I can fuck this bitch for 30 minutes, wanna time me?

I can't swim but I jumped in the water, it was 9 feet

I just hit a bitch from overseas, she was Chinese

Ahhhh!

Freak bitch give me good head, it was sloppy

I done fucked my leg up tryna wheelie on a dirtbike

I done came suit and tie, got me lookin' like a church guy

I can see niggas hate from far away with my third eye, aight

Bitch I don't want you, I want your best friend

Married to the money, you see Louie, that's my best man (Hahaha)

Okay, build the block up and knock it down like Tetris

Pull up on your block, shoot some deep like Stephen

[Verse 3: Louie Ray]

People tend to fuck you over man, I ain't helpin'

You can smell a nine on my breath, I just belched it

He couldn't tell I had my gun on me, but felt it (Bow, bow!)

This my real life I rap, I ain't wrestlin

I'm up late runnin' to the money now I'm s-, alright

I'm up late runnin' to the money, not sexin'

I be tryna tell it T to your face, fuck textin'

Hot play plugged up in the truck, I stretch it

Pull up, sellin' niggas quarters on the ave, no necklace

I'm on the same corner, niggas die here, learn lessons

Reckless with the hand to hand, shit can get hectic

[Outro: Louie Ray]

Shit can get bad out here, niggas in these streets

It's not a playground nigga