[Intro]
Where we at?
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
On hell block, playin' hot potato, in the kitchen, tryna re-rock a bagel
It come to bitches, you know I got a stable
My project bitch ain't got no cable or no washer-dryer
Three, four kids, can't cook a lick, but this ho hot as fire
My other chick, she got some priors, family from the boonies
Love my dirty Fruit of the Loomies, I love it when she moon me
Ain't talked to Spoony in a minute, know we good money
Hood love me, played the hand I was dealt, ain't talkin' gin rummy
My income be comin' in sevеn different ways
Type of n***a marriеd to the streets and never been engaged
Sawed-off, pump, or twenty-gauge (Front and center stage)
Magazine hold a fifty-clip, don't make me flip the page
Been in them shootouts close-range, I been in them raids
Been afraid to give a bitch my all 'cause I done been betrayed
I can recall bein' broke, n***as sendin' shade
I microwave that dope on sixty seconds, call it Minute Maid

[Chorus]
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when n***as held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "Feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
[Verse 2]
G7 [?] GD, scalin' blow with DeeDee on the S.E.B
I popped my first Barbie doll with Gigi
Plugged in from Six Mile and Hoover Street to Greenleaf
Bo J really be thuggin' off of Cooper Street with Riri
Deep East in the trenches where police kickin' screens off the hinges
All the fiends bangin' needles and syringes
Down in Pensacola with the Sinaloa, sendin' bricks of yola to Dakota, you a silver spoon-fed Ricky Schroder
Screamin', "Free my lil' n***a Gio, he a pill-gritter"
RIP my young n***a [?], he was a real killer
Slidin' with the Glick through the slums, know they feel bitter
Life's a bitch, she must got me sprung, 'cause I'm still with her

[Chorus]
Ayy, I can remember once or twice when n***as held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "Feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile
I can remember once or twice when n***as held me down
Tapdancin' on the work, thinkin', "Feet, don't fail me now"
Drug Zonin' from McNichols back to Seven Mile
Killed all my opps, so ain't no differences to reconcile