[Intro]
Yeah, I'ma hit this one too
Haha, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Haha, yeah
Huh? Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Ever since a n***a was a youngin'
I've been workin' in the streets like I ain't never seen a sidewalk
Bumpin' to my iPod Shuffle while I'm shufflin' through paper
Boutta smoke another Newport
New York n***a 'cause I grew up with it
And I've been through Hell, but I ain't stop sinning
Matter fact, while I was there, I stabbed the devil with his pitchfork
Pissed off, wrists off, [?]
Joey be the one to kill the devil for the fuck of it
Heard your girl was chicken, you know that I'm always hustlin'
Lookin' at my wrists while I'm fuck on yo' bitch in public
I'm really in [?], bitch, it's not hard to stomach it
You really flexin' on me with Bape, I got a ton of it
Salt shaker, cookin' with your bitch in the trap house
Why the fuck you talkin' all that shit? Boy, you get clapped out
Ayy, catch me at your local pharmacist, ayy
Flippin' them pots like they artists, ayy
Don't give a fuck unless I'm gettin' paid
Talkin' that shit, but you don't want my fade
Ultimate fly, like my name is Denzel
I got them bars like I'm fresh out of jail
Legacy, Hennessy, and Ace of Spades
Why do these boys in my city still hate? Shit
[Interlude]
You like my song, right?
'Bout my paper like it's raw life
Watch your block and now you baptized
We'll watch your block and now you baptized
Kloud God
This my favorite part, Joey

[Verse 2]
Twelve years old, they really poppin' xans
Tell me what you know about a problem, flippin' grams
Had to meet the quarter to my plug don't fuckin' kill 'em
Sleepin' outside so to scope my fuckin' city
Police, but you wanted, if you want it, know 'bout the real me
Pill poppin', dope smokin', bitch fuckin', n***a
Never got my shit straight, so I'm a fuckin' migga
Rockin' Hilfiger, even with the colors, n***a
You talkin' to feds, I don't, Bryson Tiller
Fuckin' on the bitch and the bitch don't wanna give affection
I just hit a lick and I made a whole bunch of cash
But the fact is that I don't know math
So the money counter adaptin'
When I had to have it, I wouldn't pop any Aspirin
I would smoke a blunt and then pop a percocet after it
Chasin' all my dreams, but my dreams is really just this
Twenty bitches on me and codeine all in my piss
Runnin' from the feds, but runnin' from what people think
I don't wanna chase them thoughts no more
I just wanna fly with my n***as, watch us soar
I ain't finna ride with no n***as I ain't walk with
You a fuckin' porta potty, n***a, you just talk shit
[Outro]
That's all I got
That shit sound like that Law & Order theme

[Outro Instrumental]