[Intro]
Yeah
Where we at?
Mafia, the Jackson

[Verse]
Shit was all love 'til the well ran dry, I know he dyin' of thirst (I know that)
Ran off on my plug with a pie (Ah), I hope he find me first
Ice-cold, all this white gold on my designer shirt (True)
Can't name a bitch could ever say they got the best of Jack
Never squashing shit from my past, tell 'em to check the stats (Tell 'em to check it)
Opposite of a college grad', we tryna catch a hat (Yeah)
AP set me back a sixty-pop, in the trenchеs with my 50 Gwuap (Gang)
Started small-time, now we thе biggest droppers (Where we at?)
Love my pops with all of my heart but still'll kill a copper
Charged a couple n***as to the gang, been on my Silkk the Shocker (Shocker)
Taj [?] feeling his own scripts, he should have been a doctor (Brodie)
Blow so strong got all the fiends in my hood still in [?]
Big fish on my ride, I can reel in a [?] (Blocks)
Strigadil on my side, this bitch'll fix his posture (Grrt)
Don't pillow-talk and I ain't into gossip (Not at all)
Selling all of this blue and orange like I got drafted by the Knickerbockers
What else?