Letras
4AM, we cruisin' in your Honda
Always keep your guard up and your conscience
More money, more power, what you come from?
Well see where I grew up, poppa playin' Triumph
We don't want them, we don't bother 'em
And my selfish might get violent
Is my mother still my stylist? Wait, ayy
Are you still with her? Why you picky?
Can we link up in your city?
Are you major? Are you indie? Wait
Damn, you motherfuckers too nosy
This is for all my friends and those who really know me
Sonya give me massage while Buddah fuckin' Naomi
I was on it, fuck it, too dependent on it
Cool, might rock that Fendi on 'em
Bossed up like I'm Diddy on 'em
Now she want me diggin' in it
Cream City Motion Pictures on a baby
Never you see me switch up on 'em, maybe
I be around for some years though
Say I never make it clear though
True colors, see 'em too much
Quick as you win, don't lose, bruh
Don't lose