I'm the light, stacks lighter, chrome 24s on some...
brand new tires pull up on the blacktop bed bro check it
I ain't even coming for that, so keep stepping.
Pockets getting wide.
Cash gets thicker.
Fuck with real niggas and the money come quick.
Up and down the highway, crossing the state lines.
Price rates change when you're shuffling.
O.C.L.
Maserati.
the Texas place.
Had the business every day.
I got miles to feed.
And please don't like nothing that got sticks and seams.
Haters, haters better know that it.
And Hayden better know that it's Duke.
Only God can judge me.
Fresh as I can be.
Suckers know the deal.
Ride, ride, drop, drop in the top.
Peace out.
Good.
And the next tip.
Rock.
Rock.
Rock.
Jumping.
Jumping.
Weed house.
Rolled out blouse in the back of the hood.
I'm still holding it.
Peace.
Rock, squat, jumpin'.
We rock, rollin'.
Loud to the back.
These hoes on my line, but I ain't raking them up.
I'm making streets on the grind.
I'm about making a buck.
Old pussy having niggas out here chasing the night.
I'm in the studio, so ice together.
cups that's what's up brother that you rolled up in fat cigars
Old snitch ass niggas still retin' on stars Had cash rules
everything minute charge and the beans got sick when it left
Bro, rookies, rookies keep frontin', but we keep stuntin'.
Misses with them eights and nines, we dime hunting.
Homie, keep grinding, go make that brick.
You take a whole lot of cake, man.
The shake them face Them rock stars deakin' Broke niggas sleepin'
Nose-ass neighbors in the blind still peep, clock, clock still movin'.
Paper still folding no matter what they say about it.
Gee, I'm holding.
This lab looking good.
We'll see you next time.
Peace.
And the next step.
Jumping.
Weed house rolling.
Loads of work.
