(Verse 1)
Yeah
We finally reunited
Don’t it feel right
(Right)
Ain’t it fresh to death
(Yeah)
Ain’t it still tight
(Tight)
Ain’t it’s smooth though
(Smooth)
On the low I tell you
How much I love you
Kiss you when you go
You see mama that’s your son
(That’s Your Son Mama)
She screaming baby
Out the window but he done damn
Shit was sad they gave him one
He ain’t need much
He was dead before it hit him
They ain’t keep up
I watched a mouth of bad boys
Cause they’ll creep up
(Creep Up)
I’m not playing in this game
To keep up and I’m running
Out of try’s
(Yeah)
I’m running out of time
(Yeah)
Made another tune
Played another room
Married the streets young
Skipped 100 moons
Graduatеd never made it
To thе money room
(Never)
That n***a Bigga can flow
So smooth and umm turning up
(Hook)
That’s my favourite song
That’s my favourite song
You gone get mad know matter
If I’m right or wrong
Bottle of brown
Still my favourite high high
(High High)
Running out of try’s
Running out of time (Yeah)
You heard of him
That’s my favourite man
(Boss Don Biggavel)
I’m down with them
That’s my favourite band
(EMG)
I reps my bread the lord knows
How hard I try
(Try)
Running out of try’s
Running out of time
Yeah you on that baby