[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Big Flint, what we doin', n***a?
Yeah, n***a, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a, free Rio, n***a
Yeah
We on that
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
What you know about ghetto love?
Bro said I wasn't gon' make it, told him, "Bet a dub"
I took a field trip down the way and I met a plug
I know a n***a turned his fam up from sellin' bud
Nah, that's real shit
Uh, I'm a G.O.A.T. 'round this bitch, you better ask about me
If it ain't more than a hundred, don't even brag about it
Bring me to a venue in your city, bet I'm packin' out it
You disrespect me or my fam, we pullin' straps about it
Okay, wrist 'bout a fifty, neck 'bout a buck-twenty
You gotta spend about a dime just to get in touch with me
I ain't got shit for a n***a that wasn't on that bus with me
Hey, sixty pointers all across the face, my buffs shitty
Free my brother Ri, free my brother Ben
Shit, we all gotta eat, so I'ma cut you in
Tell Sauce, "I fucked up, go on and punch me in"
Bitch, I'm down with whatever, go on, jump me in
[Chorus: RMC Mike]
I'm cashin' out on anything I want 'cause I'm blessed
Gettin' it off the rap now, I'm long gone from the rest
Gotta get that Skydweller rose gold, it's a flex
With this shit-talkin' shit, n***as know I'm just the best
Ain't no question 'bout it
Any n***a thinkin' otherwise, make a bet about it
Shoutout to the O, every time, we make several thousand
Bring that M back to Flint, we need better housing

[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
From the neck down to the wrist, add me up, it's 'bout several houses
Stand on business, n***as know we step on shit, we got several bodies
Really trappin', really jackin', but this rap shit is just my hobby
Touch a hundred, drop a hundred, n***as mad they cannot stop it
These rappin'-ass n***as really groupies (Yeah)
In a penthouse, model bitches off 2C (Yeah, yeah)
How to describe the shit, I tell you it's a movie (Yeah)
Got a hundred pounds of Lemon, screamin', "Move me"
Okay, free the members, free the dogs up out the kennel
R.I.P. Trick, R.I.P. T, I can't forget you
Ayy, long shots, no stocks, shootin' missiles
N***as soft, n***as softer than some tissue
Bro, I'm a six-figure n***a out the trap, how you love that?
Welcome home to Meez, it's only right I got my thug back
If I want it, I'ma cash it, only right because I'm havin'
N***as just be talkin' to the bank, I just be laughin'
[Chorus: RMC Mike]
I'm cashin' out on anything I want 'cause I'm blessed
Gettin' it off the rap now, I'm long gone from the rest
Gotta get that Skydweller rose gold, it's a flex
With this shit-talkin' shit, n***as know I'm just the best
Ain't no question 'bout it
Any n***a thinkin' otherwise, make a bet about it
Shoutout to the O, every time, we make several thousand
Bring that M back to Flint, we need better housing

[Outro]
(It's a Wayne beat)