[Hook: Crowd]
Aye, yeah
*laughter*
Yo, Tris went crazy
Cheers to you
We gotta give him another one, aye
Get in there, get in there

[Chorus: Kid Tris]
They had a choppa on me ready, tried to kill me, that's a Fendi, yeah
Ed Edd n' Eddy, Boy you stupid or you petty
This the throwback to that summer night, '95
I be rolling all alone at night, Fendi -

[Bridge]
Yeah, what, what, aye, aye, aye
Groovy Mar$ on the track

[Chorus: Kid Tris]
They had a choppa on me ready, tried to kill me, that's a Fendi
Ed Edd n' Eddy, Boy you stupid or you petty
This the throwback to that summer night, '95
I be rolling all alone at night, Fendi life
Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident
(Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident)
[Verse 1: Kid Tris]
Okay wet, wet, wet
Watch how I step, step, step
I was in the projects with the savages scamming checks
They was flipping packs I was helping with regrets
Used to do lean, used to pop beans
This be my story, took my dirty, made it clean
I was so lost, I was so gone
Now I got purpose, Only living for God, aye

[Chorus: Kid Tris]
They had a choppa on me ready, tried to kill me, that's a Fendi
Ed Edd n' Eddy, Boy you stupid or you petty
This the throwback to that summer night, '95
I be rolling all alone at night, Fendi life
Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident
(Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident)

[Verse 2: Not Klyde]
Yeah, I ain't got no choppers, I'm a rocker
Thrash life, he a pop star, showstopper
Bu-bu-bu, I got a Glock nine, who could stop her?
Fendi life, I'm on that thirty-nine, makin' bangers
Now we on one (Groovy Mar$ on the track!)
Uh
Lil rapper hittin' up, they askin' for the huh
Just a adlib I'm tryna come in with the huh
I ain't even know he came in with the spirit
Got me huh?
Spirit got me lifted, think I'm bout to make a
Flop, flop, flop
You can watch how I walk, walk, walk
I got a bi-big bounce in my step on the block
On the thirty-nine, rage season
Not the cuff like
Ah
I said who made your grandmammy jump when the beat hit?
Who make the youth go crazy when they rockin' it?
Who got the earth and the heavens, in control of it?
You thought it was me?
No lil baby it was all Him
[Outro: Not Klyde]
Yo I don't know if you gettin' it yet
But this that Thrash, life
You heard me