Letras
Oh, yeah
I got on my Alchemist
Uh, Kraft Singles motherfuckin' tee right now
Lime green, you know what I mean? Look
Y'all wanna know why he don't stop
Y'all wanna know why he don't flop
Let me tell you people why
Came from the bottom of the block, I (uh)
When I was born (uh), it was sworn
I was never gon' be shit
Apple Vision Pro with the Oculus
Niggas still couldn't ever see Hit
Then it's not gon' be a sweet lick
If you niggas ever run up on us (run up)
Crazy how I used to ride the Greyhound, now my whole neck bust (bust)
Glued in with the hood, had to tell my young homie, "You should pace that"
You could hold more in the Chase app
Hit my line, know I'm sendin' straight pack (slide, homie, it's comin')
Peloton work, we be movin' steady
They tryna resurrect what it once was, but I can't go as deady
Far as beats and the rhymes go, I really only see me and Alc'
Situations had to be a G about
Gangland, come and see what we about (come and see it)
Shook it up like an iPhone, I had to undo the changes (shake it up)
Get back to my old ways, homie, I been reachin' up for greatness
Every time I had fell down, got right back up on the pavement
Ever since my first placement, knew that we was on some outer space shit
Ayy, yo, yo
Yo, wake up, man
Get the fuck up
Uh
Y'all wanna know why he won't quit
Y'all wanna know why he won't slip
Came in this game, I was green
Created a scene and then wrote me a script
Call up an engineer, tell him to power the Pro Tools and load me a clip
This is Shaq goin' up for an alley-oop catchin' the Kobe assist
My wake-up clock alarm is tickin'
Everybody's not equipped for this trip, it's a long mission
Every time I walk out the crib, I blow my mama kisses
Dealin' with depression, you don't what type of drama this is
I gotta hunt to put my family's dinner on the dishes
Stick my fist in the river and pull out a palm of fishes