When the rap seemed to fumble up my only thought is cop grams

Double up you looking at a hustler

When I see you I see a customer a bunch of f**king drug addicts

Everytime I'm out in Cali I'm a plug magnet

We push coupes and trucks strapped with big pumps

And rock jeans that stuffed up with big chunks

What they doing I don't really give a big f**k

They still tryna impress hoes we been f**ked

I'm in the Benz monocle bubble coat

I used to watch mom's wearing bubble coat

They like when you a shame your folks

Nah motherf**ker it was my coke

We doom sippers that stay fresh like prom pictures

Mob niggas we bosses come get a job with us

Get that camera out my face I don't like pictures

Guess I'm stuck in my ways from all that white flipping

Just had a dream me and b was in the ghost

Laughin' 'bout the past when we used to sell dope

Had to bob and weave with my back against the ropes

You hustle for bitches weaves I was out there for my folks

Broke ass n***a ain't never seen a 100 gram

Know some real work if you did you do the runner man

Think this shit a game 'til they find you in a garbage can

Why your mans tweeting he ain't even do nothing damn

I avoid all the dumb shit

Stay away from you cause I avoid all the bum shit

Fiends used to have to see me or they couldn't function

Didn't feel guilty I just gotta stay pumping

Pocket full of presidents I'm far from your n***a like my residence

When the f**k you gon' learn your lesson b***h

Pull up to the club niggas sippin' need medicine

So many caddy trucks they thought it was the president

Pay me what you owe I ain't tryna hear no extra shit

Or we gon' snap your motherf**king neck like the exorcists

Middleschool I was gettin' picked up in lexuses

Corvettes and shit raised by dealers with gold necklaces

Had the spot set up like dispensaries

Way before dispensaries n***a check your history

Niggas background unknown boy you a mystery

I'm who you boys attempt to be

Get used to me or get sick off me