Letras
I had to get up in my old bag, old swag
Tapered on the sides and the back with a snap back
I'm back, snacks packed, wrapped up in glad bag
Dime Bag back pack filled up with dime bags
Ion play Fifa so we can't kick it nigga
But these kicks a lil different like Fifa nigga
Now let that sink in, marinate, think deeper
Now think about how I played Fifa nigga
Forgone conclusions
You don't have to see L.A. to figure out and see what's going on round here Bruin
Eating beignets in a Beignet Boy hoodie
Munched out off of what I stuffed in a praline Goody
Black bottle wasted gone off that Belaire
Running shit since twenty two Clyde Edwards Helaire
I'm not the one in the Chase for Biletnikoff
You can keep the trophies just knock it off
Fuck physics niggas watch I take a Quantum Leap, I'm that deep
Debonaire to the core a Black Sheep, that's me
Coming from different angels now that's steep
Just peep, the fruits of my labor that I reap
They claim the work you put in is what you get out
No doubt, I bet on myself so I'm a cash out
Crash out, Bandicoot boomerang thru glass house
I'm bout, that Rick James shit so fuck your damn couch
My principalities causing formalities
Casualties for niggas trying to figure up my salary
Fatality, Mortal Kombat, bitch get over here
Right here, right now, bitch don't have no fear
Me and you, we on two different type of times
It's about a quarter five but for you that bed time
I know you mutha fucking niggas been sleeping on
It's just 4 in the morning and I'm thinking homie