Intro

Yeah, yeah

'98

Rick, what up?

You know we talk trap shit but we on, we on my rap shit

Feel me?

Dark skin Rhonda

Windows all foggy, we was sexin' in the Honda

Vow to never tell your honor

I plead the fifth, look back then, we was nigga rich

We had dreams but never thought that it could be like this

Coast to coast

Champagne, bitches on the boat

I tried to stay on chill but these niggas be doin' the most

They drawin' lines in the sand

You gotta know where you stand

Tight like glue but they ain't stick to the plan

You know this rap shit a gift and a curse

I don't brag it or boast

Don't post no pictures, niggas watchin' the low

I been the man since my high school days

I still hate bullies and protect the squares

I never got out my ways

Yeah, yeah

Uh

Friday nights, we hit a few spots

Dirty money, shoebox

Dope boy nights, disrespect and get your crew shot

Cookouts back to back, who 'bout to jump on the grill?

Listen soldier, lace your boots before you jump in that field

Solid gold, never lose the value

And never ever let detectives get the story out you

For real, uh

That's just the way we was raised

I made it out of that maze

No 360 deals 'cause bitch, I'm the wave

Tell 'em I'ma need a bit more

They played me before

Don't need that bad energy around me, locks on the door

Gotta save the crib

And never let 'em know where you live

I know they call you bro but that ain't really what it is