INTRO:
Yeah
Ayee
Yeah
*Inhales smoke, exhales smoke*
Rob Ace n***a (HAA)
Yeah
AYE

VERSE 1:
For the fame and the fortune
For a rack and designer
You n***as burn like a fire
Run out of gas like a lighter
207, we be smokin'
City hot for the summers
Swear all these n***as got dumber
And never cared for they mother
I ain’t wanna go to class
I just wanna smoke in bandos
I ain’t had no class
Fuckin bitches from Orlando
Shit was movin hella fast
Out of nowhere findin' ammo
They gon' make you crash
Ain’t blending in, fuck the camo
Pockets look like camel backs
This the shit that I prayed for
This the shit that I stayed for
And I played for, and they take for
Huh, yeah
N***a should I even say more?
Alligator on my hoodie
Sing to her like Boogie
Yeah, aye
Ridin' through the boogie down
They say I’m a rookie now
I just say that I’m off the couch
Look, yeah
Hit her wit another left
All your shit is by the steps
First time should of came correct
Yeah, Facts
And that Hennessy stinging like bees
Burning honey slowly
Getting closer to my dreams
This ain’t a love song
This a ride through
She ask can she pull up
I don’t even like you
Yeah, Yeah