Damage
[Verse 1]
Backin’ out the muthafuckin driveway
In the city it's a crime wave
But you won't catch me flipping though
Ten percent tints on the window
The homie got pinched by the nickel, that's a split though
Simple he be out out in a jiffy, it make sense though
Really if you get caught with it
Po’s trippin’, fuck twelve cause they rather kill a n***a
But this time get with me
Do my dance on 'em, get busy
Put them low pros on the Jimmy
Let the top down when it’s windy
And I done seen a lot in my 20’s
Lost a bid, made a hit and a little bit of money
Showed you n***as how to lace up the strings in your Jordans
And I ain't finna let you n***as take nothin’ from us
The livest on the scene since a news truck
I ain't move a muscle she'll choose up
If it's bout the money you gon’ lose some
Bet a hundred on it they'll choose us
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was chillin’ on a corner in an old Ford Explorer
In them red Diadora's, bag shakin’ off the floor
Like its 1994, boy, let me tell the story
That's my first rap, n***as ain't even know it
So dope got a sore wrist
So gnar I ain't sayin shit
Man I'm stretchin' that's a wavelength
Girl I still got a pager, page me
Seven for somebody who need it
Baby it's gravy, I don't even eat meat
Why you goin ham, you don't really need beef
Better take a nap 'fore you have to go to sleep
Backin’ out the muthafuckin driveway
In the city it's a crime wave
But you won't catch me flipping though
Ten percent tints on the window
The homie got pinched by the nickel, that's a split though
Simple he be out out in a jiffy, it make sense though
Really if you get caught with it
Po’s trippin’, fuck twelve cause they rather kill a n***a
But this time get with me
Do my dance on 'em, get busy
Put them low pros on the Jimmy
Let the top down when it’s windy
And I done seen a lot in my 20’s
Lost a bid, made a hit and a little bit of money
Showed you n***as how to lace up the strings in your Jordans
And I ain't finna let you n***as take nothin’ from us
The livest on the scene since a news truck
I ain't move a muscle she'll choose up
If it's bout the money you gon’ lose some
Bet a hundred on it they'll choose us
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was chillin’ on a corner in an old Ford Explorer
In them red Diadora's, bag shakin’ off the floor
Like its 1994, boy, let me tell the story
That's my first rap, n***as ain't even know it
So dope got a sore wrist
So gnar I ain't sayin shit
Man I'm stretchin' that's a wavelength
Girl I still got a pager, page me
Seven for somebody who need it
Baby it's gravy, I don't even eat meat
Why you goin ham, you don't really need beef
Better take a nap 'fore you have to go to sleep