My homie a magician with the Tec (Tec)
Make your chain disappear and reappear on his neck (Neck)
I ain't tricking with your hoes (Nah), but, shit, don't ask 'em (Nah)
Only thing I give a bitch: A fucking orgasm (Chyeah)
I'll throw you in the river (River), hands tied tight (Tight)
Watch your ass drown, feel it in the air tonight (Tonight)
I'm spitting that dope shit (Dope), smoking on regulars (Ugh)
Writing sixteens like internet child predators
And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather
In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
גם הכובע בייסבול האהוב עליי של ניו ארה (של העיר דטרויט)
I'm in the truck sitting high like proper etiquette
Iller than I ever been, blowing on that medicine
Used to have dreams of copping cribs on Edison...
Now I'm doing shit thought I never could afford
Art on the wall like science project boards
Parquet floor, green like Celtic
Furniture you touch be like whats this velvet?
Used to play the block with the sack by the pelvis
Fiends ODing on they toilet like Elvis
So now I kill beats, so much coroners pick up notepad sheets
Bullhead skinnies Hilfiger fleece, sort of like a futuristic 1993
A lot my niggas dead, a lot my niggas locked
A lot my niggas left and moved on from the block
Some of my niggas here and some got guap
And some may gotta piss in a mothafuckin' pot
We used to play the block, we never get old
The fridge ain't got shit but the bread with the mold
Sitting at a mall, nigga fuck them all
