Текст песни
One on twelve I kick
Catch me bending corners 'til I snap my wrist
Feel that warm feeling in my chest
Told my mama close her eyes when I grab my fifth
All the bitch niggas don't breathe
This for Grand Citas, this for me
I don't give a fuck how many teams leave
This gon' always be the home of the A's and the P's
I ain't gotta force shit
Whatever I do they endorse it
Stop looking for better, I'm him
I don't like sports bitch, stop asking 'bout my brim
Three tens one year, I do it on a whim nigga
Living in my city get your courage up young
On my way to the store it's a murder, so what? aye
Get your ass stripped while your tank getting pumped
Looking too long, that's how your face get stuck
Every store in the east is my hood store
Bottle on credit at Booker's and Brookfield
Nigga ain't a L in my life I ain't took well
Nigga I been down on my face make it look well
Niggas on Goliath woofin' fo fi fee fum
You on standby you ain't no stepper 'til your cheese come
You ain't got no dental you just yapping 'til you bleed gum
All them rentals on you she gon' find out when she need some
I can't spend no dub on no ten never again in my life
I never trust again in my life
Unless of course we talking 'bout my wife
Bro cut my ring finger with a knife
Nonchalant snatch your bitch with my sweatpants and toothpick
She slid to get cracked I ain't do shit
I can't share my spirit with no hoe bitch
I just needed Inspo' hit the door bitch
My money was funny but it's straight face coming
Gave up on yourself brother stay away from me
'Cause I can't get no bitch on me
If you switched up on yourself then you gon' switch on me
Niggas want a beat but can't get the fee
Check the placements it's just the team
Try your best hand at dissing me
Ain't no pity for no fool I ain't Mr. T
I look better than I did when I woke up