[Intro]
Crackhouse
Think I'm one of them type of ho ass n***as go to sleep or somethin' man? (Think I'm one of them?)
I'm a motherfuckin' G man
I live inside the crack house, literally n***a, with a m on me

[Verse]
Got so high last night, shit I think I woke up one Mars
Tweak out and forget what I just did like I'm on bars
All my n***as drivin' foreigns, we could switch out cars
Without n***as puttin' they pape' behind me, I became a star
N***as got so much to say, but sittin' in they car
Or sittin' on the couch, ain't even got nowhere to start
I could show these boys some shit for sure, I heard they hard
Like how I got all these dеals and all these titles, touchin' charts
I got two bow's of еverything in here, it's Noah's ark
You gon' get it if it's meant for you, just play yo' part
If I ain't come to the hood the way I do, this shit'd be dead
When bitches say the got a gift for me, should be head
Ain't even got a reason to hate on me, must be bread
If you really from the pad, you should be glad for me instead
That's why I'm glad I ain't got problems with nobody 'cause I'll say it
N***as ain't gon' hatch or quack at all, rotten egg
Ayy, n***as go in Amiri to buy the hats, I'm buyin' pants
N***as buyin' shit to keep up with me, I been buyin' land
Bookin' fee a dub, and every week I'm flyin' in
We don't get to do it often, bitch let's dine in
N***as wanna get the MCD stuff, they buyin' in
Wish I could push the action through a app, like "Sign in"
I do got action on the 'Gram, but I don't think that's where I'm big
Them ain't twenty a month, I can't even see how he live
I'ma drop a six inside a deuce this time, ain't got no fizz
She the type of bitch I fuck with, ain't got no kids
I'm drinkin' syrup and stackin' tokens, restore my focus
This not a race in no way, shape, or form, but I'm the closest
Show these n***as what rich like for real, I'm buying Ghosts
Bitches only get one night with me, I'm signing Trojans
Check out how my life rollin', that describe motion
N***as think I might be playin' this shit, but I ain't jokin'
Fell to her knees to get my whistle clean, she not proposin'
I never question why I'm doin' good, just say "I'm chosen"
I'm sick, I had to leave my chick in Texas, not the Golden
A hundred something shots at gettin' rich, you see me loaded
We hit him with the nickname, origami how he folded
These bitches thick as mashed potatoes too, I left her loaded
Type of n***a, let her do her dirt, don't expose her
Type of n***a, never leave my hood 'cause I controlled it
Might get a chance at bein' a rap star 'cause all my shows lit
N***as still ain't show shit, but quick to be on bold shit
[Intro]
Nah forreal
N***as still ain't show shit, but too quick to be on bold shit