Lyrics
Vintage and adventurous and limitless
Vintage and adventurous and limitless
Vintage and adventurous and limitless
And the dollars guilty, ain't ever been innocent
Quick to ditch a bitch and never give her shininit (Joog)
If it ain't dividends, then shit, it's just irrelevant
I'm on my level, I'm Richie Rich up in this bitch
Look at the bezel on my wrist, neck, and main bitch
Her in my whip flexing, come from the same district
Speak the same language and knock the same bitches
We ain't the same, nigga, I'm really gang business
Lame niggas, we gon' strangle them and then we hang 'em
Aim where you niggas hanging at and get to rangin'
Doorbells, .223's in your house
Gang, gang wanna swag, bring more house
Gang, gang chase bags, go all out
You ain't on the same page, then you're out
Stay dangerous, don't change in the courthouse
I'm from where you better keep a thumper (thumper)
Better get your bitch 'fore she gets bumped up (bumped up)
'Cause it's some niggas in the building with a lump sum (lump sum)
'Bout a bag super turnt up
Designer got me lookin' like a come—up
And you lookin' like you're out (you're out)
I feel like a hundred in a duffle
And my swag cost your house (your house)
Your house (your house), if you got one
Say you a real nigga, then you not one
Live like I got a deal and I ain't got one
Still in top run in the race
It's in my race, it's in my DNA to win
Remember they didn't want to let me in
Didn't want to see me in the latest Benz
Didn't want to see me in they lady friends
Summer champ, summer champ
He on when I step in
Bless restless and best at this
I can't miss, Black Ops accurate
FN, bet him do backflips
Yes, man, I am who Rad is
Slauson activist, raised on the backstreets
Pack heat and went to jail for it, that's me
Pack heat again, built to win