OK

Might get on that bitch with you, know what I'm sayin'?

Naw, for real, nigga

Nigga goddamn see all that, but it don't even matter

See all this shit that a nigga did and went through

Nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?

Huh, woah

Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G

Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep

We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed

I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap

I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep

I spent thousands on these jeans, OK

I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine

My cup dirty, but I'm clean, OK

Who the fuck said I was fallin' off? No way

Niggas bitches, they get cops involved, they got ho ways

I been tryna lock her jaws, in hеr mouth like Colgate

Me and partnеr was breakin' laws, he just caught a cold case

Turned dreams into reality, I grinded, should be glad for me

They keep tryna tear me down, tryna build a masterpiece

Fuck them niggas and whoever say they after me

It's gon' be a whole lotta casualties

Better not think 'bout jackin' me

Killers right on side me

Jefe tweakin' out, say he itchin' for a body

I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me

I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me

Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G

Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep

We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed

I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap

I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep

I spent thousands on these jeans, OK

I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine

My cup dirty, but I'm clean, OK

If you come in this hood and you ain't with me

You'd probably get robbed

Took some money out the bank just for some lean

I was havin' withdrawals

With a model, she ain't touch her plate on a date

On purpose she starvin' (Ain't nobody rat on you)

Your fault, you bringin' up bodies in songs you recording

Third strike, can't make a home run

He ain't safe, he need a handout

That's your shooter and he ain't hit shit

Nigga had a switch, y'all odd to branch off

Know hood bitches sell clothes just like the stores

But they got'em cheaper then'em

Our stylist was the booster

Most of our clothes still had the beepers in 'em

I'm in the hood by the church

Granny said no speakin' when the deacon enter

But we stay at he drive forty minutes home

When he done preachin' in it

Had to cut you off, they say you told

You took the stand and pointed the finger

Still love, know I don't hate you, bitch, I'm disappointed in you

He jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G

Rubber bands inside my pants, that's why my pockets deep

A thousand in a week, I'm talkin' exotic weed

And I was so high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap

I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep

I spent thousands on these jeans, OK

I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine

My cup dirty, but I'm clean, OK

E E!

OK