Lyrics
I think it's my time to get the record straight
Smoke just to meditate
Anywhere in Texas, I'm a heavyweight
Meds in my cup, I'm a medicate
Leanin' but I elevate
Come shop with Dot, he got a better rate
Mama say for heaven's sake, stay up out them streets
I told her I don't beef, I just get it for the cheap
Look, bae, I'm unique, drank belly, my physique
Real diamonds in my piece, if you reach, you deceased
I preach, I feel like Martin at the March
Back at Albert Thomas, had them Jordans with the starch
Meet me at McDonald's, I'm on Cullen at the Arch
I ain't rode a bike in years, but I still got the parts
Handlebars, better yet Xannis if you lame, do it
Really, we a family, why they put us in the game unit
Bay of life lame, I'm just here to bring some game to it
My partner insane how the hell he let a dame do it Me I a P
That for life Shit that money is my wife I just made a couple
Of plays at the Strikes Wiping off my J cause they white
I'm a Fade, shoot the dice
I just want the Escalade for the lights
Pikes on the V8 Twin Turbo
Lines for 150 like I'm tying the G Herbo
Pounds of that sticky, I get picky with that Herbo
My partner lost his mama doing time, ain't get a furlough
Bro, where your girl go?
Probably with Dot nem
I was jammin' Fat Pat, I ain't know Rahiem
He reachin' for his waistline, boy, you better pop him
He bigger than the H now, how you gon' stop him?
Dot, bitch it's Dot
And I'm him, I'm him
How the fuck they gon' stop him?
Nah, for real
EDF on the board, Jansport J, this another one, nigga
I'm him
Himothy
Dot