[Intro]
Uh, yo, yo (Shit so soulful, man, definitely ain't never been, you know)
Uh, yo (Eastside Buffalo, man)
Uh

[Verse 1]
I used to sell crack to my family, my mom ain't understand me
I went to granny, there wasn't nothing in my pantry
When shit was good, as long as n***as meetin' nose candy
I'm shootin' out the Grand Prix, I was based to ride for my family, uh (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot...)
We came from, residue right on my living room table
No cable (hm-hm), wasn't no horses up in my stable
Now I'm in the GLE Coupe, right on Rodeo, uh
I'm just fadin' the plot, shit be gettin' fatal
Fiends smokin' out the faygo
I used to fuck yo' bitch in my Ozweegos, now I lay low and step up my pesos, uh
I make my own money, I don't need no label (I'm good)
We can't move in no time, we can't do what you say so
I'm grateful, uh, and I'm thankful (Thankful)
When they don't love you they hate you, but most importantly
Don't let 'em break you
N***as just want a bad bitch that's faithful, and a Wraith too

[Interlude]
Two-tone joint
Shit, you know n***as came from nothin', man, you know
We really had to get it out the mud
A lotta n***as had to give it to them
They had to go get it, you know
[Verse 2]
Uh, yo (I'mma sip this Rémy and I'mma take care of this)
Yo, yo, uh
My mom told me I was different
I went with it, and used it to my advantage
Now when you Christian (look at this n***a)
I was one of the youngest who listened
I should be listed, as one of the greatest n***as that ever did it (Facts)
Another year, wasn't nothin' for Christmas
Nothin' in my kitchen, made me hungry, but, I wasn't trippin' (Shit, I'm good)
I swear you couldn't live in my conditions (Hm-hm)
Fell down on my knees so many times to pray and the Lord was my witness
All them n***as I shot, I asked for forgiveness
And every lick I hit I broke bread with my n***as
My grill rosegold, Cartier's is vintage
And everytime you see us, my n***as, we winnin' (we winnin'), uh

[Outro]
We winnin'
We the realest
It's not easy, man
Anybody can't do this, you feel me
Make classic shit, you know
This shit is gon' be hot in 20 years from now, you know
Not 20 minutes
Lot & Abraham, you know