Hood Olympics (Remix)

Y'all niggas wanna meet your maker, we can make arrangements

I'll be in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris with Maya

Then my shooter gets the wire, second, that your body hits the pavement

Yeah, we used to hit the road to get the payment

Used to have to use the duffel bag to get to the kitchen

We still hit the road to get the dough, but we ain't pushin' purse

But Mortis pay me 80K for spoken word

Y'all bass pull up and let me poke they bellies

Every time y'all niggas stress them out and hurt they nerves

Lost my son, daughter, father, then I re-emerged

Still destined for greatness, 'bout to get the paper, we just shot

This for my niggas puttin' grams on the clock

Get them out of the trap, it's gon be a standoff with Swap

My last deal gave Wes a 100 grand off the top

Ever see a grown man get ran off a block? (Ran off the block)

Wait, have you ever ran off of blocks?

The whole city know you've got bread on your top

Fuck that, tell me, ever had to hand off a Glock?

And don't feel no regrets when you hear all the shots (hear all the shots)

Ah, the streets made me what I'm runnin' from

Heavy influence, see my homie with a rollie

And I wanted one now, he on a tear, eatin' honeybuns

I'm still here, he knows I got him like the gear when you bungee jump

It's Butch, I was in a gang when y'all fronted, in a lunch line

Askin' for change for a hunnid, when it's crush time

With the clip don't hang, I don't want it

Got a beam on the front, but can't aim with a button

I don't downplay this rap shit, y'all niggas too street, huh?

I'm on tour for like two, three months

Me and a fork versus a pop like a 2V1

Too many bricks, I called him and told him, "You keep some"

Watchin' the YSL trial

Duck the D.A. and the ATF, don't worry about the IRS now

You could've paid me to go back, that's bullshit, nigga

I just was there with like 80 on my neck

Yo, they tryna make bars irrelevant

Followers and likes are the new artist development

Know me, I stick to the element

Gun in the trunk, that's a damn near as big as an elephant

Put the cuffs on him

They tellin' it, who shot who, and who got what, and who sellin' it

Niggas leakin' fluid, see me gettin' to it (yeah)

My man got an elbow and he ain't even do it (right)

Don't try to understand me, muzzle on the swim

Give me a bag on your head, that's a duffel on your family (done)

It could be a key, an ounce, hope you see it bounce

'Til they let the bros go, may they free to count (ho)

Give a fuck how you feel about the old cats

Some harder than a pedal to the shin on the rollback

Nigga, I sold crack, whole lot, down south, middle of the trenches

Little niggas with gold cap

Bluff, don't exist, hit a sauce on your bitch

Money ain't a thing, but it costs to be rich

Niggas only wanna hold a torch when it's lit

In time, you'll realize he ain't awesome as this

You know me, wherever the work be

Celebrate me on my birthday, not when they murk me

From Walburton to Marion

We get it done, y'all niggas carry on

Just tryna get the homies home, swingin' for the fences (home run)

Used to make a thousand dollars sitting on the benches

Coulda hopped going for it like it's four for inches

We were talking 'bout bodies, put me in the Olympics

Put me in the-

Million-dollar nigga parked in the trenches

Man, I was all in her mouth, I coulda been a dentist

Yeah, I keep that shit on me, I won't be a victim

You like a red nose, I'ma tell 'em, "Sink 'em"