[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
I got money on my radar, I grind on my day off
Got introduced to the block the day the boy got laid off
Had a cherry red Monte Carlo, drove it like a race car
Smoking like I'm Nate Dogg, I'm talking every day dog
Quiet kid I never said much
My uncle told me get paid and never take no pay cut
Good times coming I told my n***a keep his head up
Stack his bread up
I said we all we got, he like "straight up"
I brush my teeth, say my prayers when I wake up
Do eat scrape the plate up, I'm shining like a Jacob
Bring your A-game, my n***as rep the same gang
Area tre one coming through like a freight train
And I prefer Henney over champagne
Route for president hold the world with my bare hands
A trap [?] boy like Bob Marley
It's money over bitches, bitch be lucky if I call ya

[Verse 2: Mal Dibiase]
From that penny in my loafers to this chip on my shoulder
Feeling like fuck yall, game over
Playtime expired new sires
Three kings, get cream spit fire
Life goals is over right now life blows
Hoes being hoes and n***as being n***as and
Cops killing n***as man anything goes
If you can't see that then your eyes wide closed
I see a different world [?]
Who you hotter than boy we hot as parliament
Shout out miss [?]
Made sure a n***a ate, made sure a n***a straight
She throw seconds on your plate
Any second, always early never late
I seen the future, already we hella straight
Sipping duce, levitate with the bouquet
Yeah
[Verse 3: Smizz]
Represent that south side, the south side
Said we coming from the south side, the south side
Shit I'm a southern n***a
Sometimes I buy things I don't even need
Made sure there's dreads and gold teeth on my Jesus piece
It's funny how we get gased up by whips and chains
Cuz in our minds shit we still slaves
I've seen soles posed like Emily Rose in my hood
It's a jungle out here, won't smell no rose in my hood
Pizza man won't deliver no Domino's in my hood
Shit we from where we from it's all good, what your life like?
Two parent home a nice crib, everybody got separate rooms it's real space shit
My life like momma got 2 jobs we sharing bunk beds
And our daddy ain't there, so shit we get it how we live
You better shape up, these young'uns out here will leave you taped up
No barber shop tape up, they kill you over paper
And I like whiskey over weed
Make sure there's dreads and gold teeth on my Jesus piece
Make sure there's dreads and gold teeth on my Jesus piece