[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: 1Up Tee]
I'ma keep it short and sweet, listen 'cause this story deep
Lil' fat fly n***a, brother bought him all the Jordan sneaks
Been through so much shit, he wanna sit back and enjoy the breeze
Take a trip, explore the sea and take his lil' bitch snorkelin'
Rather keep his 40 than lay in a lake that's forty feet
Can't be another body at the bottom, make the ocean stink
Keep his head on, don't even drink, he just be smokin' weed
He just lost big unc', he took that bottle, he can't open it

[Verse 1: 1Up Tee]
At eighteen, he had a kid, he had to chill and do it for his daughter
Hustle, thеn went upper, thesе lil' n***as can't afford a diaper
Trappin' hard, you wanna be a killer, n***a? Join the army
You only got one wish, it's goin' well, I took my coin and tossed it
Cuz tossin' slugs, he came up 'round them robbers and killers
Stumbled into rap, made some songs and started droppin' them bitches
Started havin' bad thoughts and feeling lost, and he tried to go tell 'em
Went straight to the stu', got in the booth, and he got through whatever
Never ever thought he might fail, that shit just a nightmare
N***as watered down, he'd just sit and watch the ice melt
Goin' on the run, he just tryna dodge a dry spell
You ain't my day one 'cause in this story, you was not there
[Chorus: 1Up Tee]
I'ma keep it short and sweet, listen 'cause this story deep
Lil' fat fly n***a, brother bought him all the Jordan sneaks
Been through so much shit, he wanna sit back and enjoy the breeze
Take a trip, explore the sea and take his lil' bitch snorkelin'
Rather keep his 40 than lay in a lake that's forty feet
Can't be another body at the bottom, make the ocean stink
Keep his head on, don't even drink, he just be smokin' weed
He just lost big unc', he took that bottle, he can't open it

[Verse 2: Baby Money & Payroll Giovanni]
Yeah, I'ma keep this story short, throw the twelve and throw the four
Rich as hell, I grew up poor, stopped hoopin' 'cause he grew up short
Catch a case, don't go to court, I got a son, ain't got no choice
Like I'm still hoopin', I went from the court to the courts, n***a
His mama had nine kids, he ain't grew up rich
Got his shit off hittin' cribs, n***a, this how he live
Daddy died when he was five, he ain't know 'bout shit
So he watched the OGs, then that turned him rich
Whole P's, half P's, whole bricks, half keys
Livin' the dreams, you made a hundred bands last week
Stayin' away from fuckboys, n***as rasbe
Can't ride with the doors off, this a fast Jeep
My first mil' feel good, n***a, ask Meek
Makin' all my opps sweat, n***a, ask Key
I treat my beef like your ho, n***a, I'ma creep
Half-man, half-GOAT, n***a, I'm a beast (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
I'ma keep it short and sweet, born and raised on the Finks
Spoiled, he the only child, kept his Jordans on his feet
His crib kept gettin' raided damn near every other week
His right-hand name was Jay, he came up off of moving tree
He told 'em, "Look, I'm gettin' cheese", then he got to schoolin' 'em (Yeah)
Took some shit to school with him lowkey and got to movin' 'em
Had a whole crew with him, n***as couldn't stand him
Hoes used to see these n***as out and have a tantrum
They linked with another crew 'cause they had mutual beef
Both of 'em was fresh as fuck, Cartis on, expensive sneaks (Yeah)
Then they started rappin', shit was gettin' deep, he packin' heat
Had a code plug, he dodged dumb shit and stayed discrete
Then he had a son, he started seein' life different
Started takin' rap more serious, he on a mission
He dealt with betrayal, jealousy and hatin' n***as
When he be tryna help, folks'd make a way for n***as (Damn)
He let the streets go, but the streets had a grip
Tried to trick him out his spot, he stayed focused, didn't slip (Nah)
This song ain't long enough, I need thirty minutes
The other day, he was on Rolling Stones, keep winnin', cheers