*Jahlil Beats, Holla at me!'

[Talking: Neef Buck]
Realadelphia, Harlem World, let's go!

[Chorus: Neef Buck]
Own the whip; I got it
New bitch; I got it
New money; I got it
My jewels lit; I got it
New condo; I got it
Send more bottles; I got it
The tab come; I got it
Need more ones; I got it

Now fuck it up (8x)
N***a I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared
N***a, I ain't scared, bitch, I ain't scared

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Where we at? Posted up where you serve at
They said East wasn't getting to it, I'm like
"where the fuck n***as heard that?" smell regular up in the air
I'm like "where the fuck n***as burn that?"
Front the pack, take the work back, for a couple racks
Take a dirt nap
Fiends probably still think about me, all the traps that I worked at
All the traps that I worked out, backwood lit when I merc out
Delhi, Dauphin Street, young wild n***as do one thing
Fuck bitches, trap all day, hit KOP, do one thing
Hard white or soft white, no R&B but this Gun sing
On the block with the slip on, Margielas on, I don't want strings
Ski mask and my Balmains, we smoke sour like Newports
Since 96', I've been a flight risk, ask my lawyer, I don't do court
I'm a tall n***a with a thick bitch
And a big whip, knockin' too short
N***as envy me in the new drop
Call it Kennedy; I took the roof off
(?) know I'm burned out, I'm bipolar, my mind gone
Rolex that's presidential, these hard bottoms, they Tom Ford
[Chrous: Neef Buck]

[Verse 2: Neef Buck]
I ain't entertaining you clowns, I ain't part of no circus
I got lawyer money but ask yourself is it worth it
Know they want me to son em, I ain't even a father
Just accepting my blessings and tryna get to a dollar
Red and green on the kicks, match the snake on my collar
If it ain't beneficial then I don't wanna be bothered
If they charge for attention, you n***as wouldn't be mentioned
Been getting money so long, like I'm collecting a pension
And I'm matching the gas, I'm disrespecting the engine
All they be with is n***as like "where the fuck is their women?!"
Can't please everybody so I'm just pleasing myself
Took a risk with my chips, I ain't wait for the help!
Block bumping with no order, WD, I got water
Cigerette dipped in Pistol grip and Trash bag king
Gotta handle my business
Young boys wildin', nothing but violence
Number one code; better keep your silence
Bomb juice and a good number
Streets know this my summer!

[Chorus: Neef Buck]