| First of all, I set this off on the right note |
| I wear no leather white shoes, no leather white coat |
| It’s your nigga Cheeks, coming from the slum |
| Fucking with the rest of them |
| You know the best of them is crumbs |
| A lot of slum cats, we get hit with bum raps |
| How much you want to bet them faggots set them dumb traps |
| So all we been through, go through, and run through |
| Now when I cop my jewelry, I gotta cop a gun too |
| Certain faggot niggas I don’t fuck with anymore |
| They fronting like they seen nothing, I know many saw |
| Keep it lowkey, yeah these niggas know me |
| I’m motherfucking OD, I represent with OB |
| Basically cuz a nigga’s talking shit still |
| I bet when I drop my shit, they see that shit’s real |
| That nigga hit, he did some shit, he did a long big |
| , it’s on kid |
| My brother Wally on the side, he keep that heavy metal |
| Niggas know when I come through I keeps it very ghetto |
| , it’s lowkey relating |
| Suckas fronting like they rich, what that bitch saying? |
| Players haters hating on us cuz we jingling |
| With hot chicks, we mingling, they pop until they’re single and |
| Seen my menace on, fuck it, once again it’s on |
| Skills is what y’all niggas need, got weed and my Guinness on |
| Basically, man, I see it all the time |
| Niggas fronting shine but they can’t grind |
| What the fuck is this? |
| These corny niggas always fronting like they ball |
| When we come through, they play the wall |
| What the fuck is this? |
| I goes the whole mile, my style is unlisted |
| This ain’t no comeback so don’t get it twisted |
| We get money, spend money, how the cool do |
| Y’all niggas see me doing me, y’all niggas, who you? |
| Your fast food rap groups with your rap troupes |
| First of all, where y’all niggas get your rap roots? |
| Forget laying up, I’m staying up in labs |
| Pushing rhymes like yo, we taking planes like cash |
| The jiggy nigga from Queens with my jeans |
| My videos with some prose, the boulevard sings |
| Okay, tec shit, get paid before I wreck shit |
| That nigga from the slums so I comes with some neck shit |
| My army black, it keep me covered, got my Tims on |
| Hot shoes up in my whip, that means there’s rims on |
| Basically we stepping high to this shit |
| Basically man, we got to this shit |
| Crumple sticky green inside the sweet Backwoods |
| Duns snatching black hoods, it’s real how we attack hoods |
| How that shit sound, my chick shop Midtown |
| Write my own rhymes man, nobody holds the kid down |
| First of all, it’s official how we ball |
| Higher and higher, us niggas trying not to fall |
| I could care less about your nigga’s |
| Like I said, do you but don’t break the rules |
| Basically, man, I see it all the time |
| Niggas fronting shine but they can’t grind |
| What the fuck is this? |
| These corny niggas always fronting like they ball |
| When we come through, they play the wall |
| What the fuck is this? |