Ayye, ayye, 150 Dream Team, huh
Packs came in, roll a wood to see what the gas like (Posto)
Welcome to the fast life, buy hemi to see what the gas like
Used to ride Buicks, Taruses, now I get 10k for es
Pull up hoppin' outta foreign splash brothers with me, scorin'
Foe nem sluttin' all on tour fly free,don't aboard
Remember youngins sleeping on the floor check my bank account, my shitenormounis
I mean enormous, big books on me, no thesaurus
I never lied even back when I was broke, these other rappers act C.B.4
Hundred thousand, probably saw like four of them, back up on myI need some more of them
Never satisfied, I need millions,sitting 'round, it's civilians
It's civilians,killin' 'em, old ladies, man, even children
Real street I ain't feelin' it, but when it come to beef, I ain't feeling
Say they see the opps, they spilling 'em, everytime they see the opps they missin' 'em
Hit the innocent, go do sentences, we don't play around, lil bro finish 'em
Soberer than a I ain't been sippin' stacking hundreds, making forties, little
Ridiculous, used to shop at corner stores with fifty cents, probably died trying not to mention it
I had beef up in my hood like Fifty Cent, but I ain't ever have to make 'em many man
Know my diffles, want it, bye bye many man, so you know I gotta keep it with me then
Forty glizzy with me, come and get me then, kill a
Lord, oh forgive me, foe nemaround and get me him
And sometimes, it just remind me of nights at the club again
Know security was searching me, you know that I'ma get the burner in
150 Dream Team behind me, always looking grimey
And as far as trouble, we don't want none, but we still a find it
I'm from Chiraq, this the lifestyle, I don't even mind it
Hollows in the forty-five, X.D., beam on the side of it
I can't trust these see yo house, putright on it
Thatin a hotel, kick her out, I put my life on it
I ain't worried about no you know that I keep my pipe on it
I ain't saying nobody can get me but I see suspicion, I'm right on it
Let acatch me slipping, you know I deserve it
Rather go out in the foreign, on the e-way swervin'
When I die, don't let noniggas in my service
My view be so high in the sky, my phone don't got no service
I get high and think of all them nights when I was serving
Never went through no peer pressure, lived my life on purpose
If you alive and don't get paper, you ain't got no purpose
What theup with the world, everybody savage
Nobody wanna be no doctors, all the shorties get clapped at
Ain't nobody going to college, all of the shorties on SnapChat
