[Verse 1: Yung Quis]
My whole team fell apart in plain sight
N***as ain’t right, late night
Thinkin’ I might just blow your top
But I got love for you kids, and I know your pops
A real gangsta kill when necessary
No scope, I’m close, just skill, just legendary
So dope – the goat, my flow is unapproached
Or unapproachable, any n***a close to you know the truth
I’m k-i, no need to say why
Stay fly, ball on these n***as like A.I
The day I fall off, it’ll be a man shootin’
Military guns, all drums, and I’m recruitin’
Exclusive shit, kicks cost two bands
A O.G., yall n***a just new strands
Remember ridin’ with my pops when he blew Gan[?]
Next tail[?] to his ear, money in two hands
I’m like, “Damn, I can’t wait to be a drug lord”
Buyin’ baggies for the n***a from the drugstore
Got everything right now, but I want more
Can’t put these bricks down, ‘til I’m on tour
Was so poor had to wear my mama clothes to graduation
The agitation, now, I’m rich as a bitch
Big kicks on the whips and kits with the gliss
On top of that, a thick bad bitch with a bitch
I’m a sick n***a, if it ain’t money, I don’t deal with ya
Real shit, and that’s word to my lil’ sister
My balls out of this world, you just a lil’ dipper
[Verse 2: Payroll]
4-1
You ain’t even got twenty to your name
The fuck you in the streets for? You all up in the way
When I fall up in the club, they swear I’m haulin’ in the yay
‘cause yesterday was Rolex, it’s Audemars today
I’m a Strathmore n***a, came up under R.J
He instilled a lot of shit in me I still use today
Drug-dealer in his teens, favored by all the fiends
Nightmares of feds of the American Dream
Twenty G’s in my jeans, dude, we goin’ where we wanna
Made ourselves into bosses, yeah, we grew up from the corner
Violate? Get up in a coffin or a coma
Used to cough from the aroma in a house of marijuana
Nah, we ain’t smokin’, we ain’t tryna get higher
We supply the suppliers, we be eyein’ for buyers
You be lyin’ to liars
Yeah, your whole crew tellin’ tales, we be sellin’ bells
Boy, my cliental full of whales
Yeah, and your man? He a lil’ fish
Tryna flex, we ain’t impressed by that lil’ shit
I did a magic trick, poof!, I’m legitimate
When Giovanni’s Way drop, then gon’ be really sick, n***a