[Intro: Ampichino]
Cheah!
Uh!

[Verse 1: Ampichino]
Exotic denim, what the fuck you been sniffin'?
Sayin' that you’re dope, but must’ve got coke in your system
Starin' at crystals through Cartier lenses
Breakin' down chickens in Pyrex dishes
Flip cake like this quick, tennis anklets for my mistress
Tokyo drift, Ferrari shift, kid (Ferrari shift, kid)
Nitwits, you’re still sellin' coke, ain’t ya?
Fentanyl, a straw and a coke hanger
Footsteps of danger, fuckin' up the city
You ain’t never had no work that could take a 60
Rich gear keep greetin', keep one up in the chamber
Square turned killer, guess who see this a gangstеr
Innocent, [?] tears to tenеments
Went from [?] to business to color of cinnamon
My women friend want to drape me in gold
300K, duct taped on the roll
Don’t break off my nose when they make my monumental
Just dropped off a load out in Lincoln Continental
Think beyond your mental, creep up kind of gentle
Shatter your dreams, leave you leakin' on your pillow
My life like a movie, you wouldn’t understand though
My plug rolled up on the camel rockin' some Louis sandals
[?] [?], have you ever heard of
N***as that purge, drug wars, we’re murderers
[38 Spesh speaking]
Huh
Yo Amp, we done survived real wars out here, man
R.I.P. to all my motherfuckin' enemies and their little brothers, huh
We’ll finish this shit in Hell, man
Straight like that, but right now
Uh

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
I’m livin' harder, my business in order
I’m hated by many but thankful for the love that I get from my daughter
It was harder, now we’re livin' smarter
Give us quarters, I’ma turn your livin' quarters to a brick and mortar
See, I started off pitchin' water
In front of my aunt crib, now the shit that I smoke, is an engine starter
I ran shit you never been in charge of
You never been a part of million-dollar meetings with two business partners
We was kids, we had missin' fathers
Now it’s Coupes with missin' roofs, and facial recognition starters
Told Mama I’ma make it out
And I made a route, sellin' cocaine right out my neighbor’s house
My kitchen crowded, took the table out
Nowhere to sit, so many pounds on the floor, I could’ve made a couch
Ask around, all the gangsters vouch
On the low, they see me grow from shoeboxes to bank accounts
We make deposits and don’t take it out
‘Cause we don’t need it, that’s just-in-case money that we don’t think about
TRUST, huh