Letras
Yo, yo (Uh, uh)
Yo, uh, yo, uh
New drop, we goin' fishin', nigga
You reach a certain level, don't wanna deal with niggas, uh
Load up the gats, let's go and kill them niggas
Let's take over they block, we in the buildin', nigga
Fuck all that petty change, let's get these millions, nigga
Ten toes on my block, where I'm from, I'm the illest nigga, uh
Moms was out smokin', I was home alone
Ain't have a phone, now I'm rich, rockin' COMME des GARÇONS, uh
God'll bless the child that can hold his own
No cable, wasn't able, I put together poems, uh
I didn't read the Bible but I wrote the Psalms, uh
I didn't rock the Jays but I had the Foams, uh
I ain't had nothin' but a heart of gold
It was kinda tough before we cracked the code, uh
We ain't had no jobs 'cause it was crack we sold
Told on his own man, man, that nigga bold
Dishes dirty, choppin' grams, I had to use a bowl, uh
We still livin' in hell 'cause we ain't sold our soul
Cook up on a hotplate 'cause we ain't have a stove, uh
That nigga had an issue so we wiped his nose
They don't know what I been through
All this gangster shit I'm into
Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo
Two gats hangin' out the window
They don't know what I been through
All this gangster shit I'm into
Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo
Two gats hangin' out the window
Look, so far, it's been a solid year
I told my niggas, "Let's keep doin'
Shit that got us here" (Let's keep it up)
Yeah, VVS, the big solitaires (Big shit)
Twenty bands for one earring and I got the pair (That's a four, nigga)
Neck lookin' like I sell a lot of squares (Hah)
These other niggas' jewelry kit cannot compare
They say, "Machine, since you got in, shit has not been fair"
Said, "I'ma run this shit until I'm in my rockin' chair"
I'm from Buffalo, New York, ain't had too many options there
Trap house kitchens, just a couple dirty pots in there (Talk to 'em)