[Intro]
(Damn VG, you made this?)

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Ah, yeah
Lil runts still in the hood, tired of seein' 'em dyin'
Way before this paper, we knew we was stars, but we just weren't shinin'
If I gotta pay my momma to laugh, I don't wanna see her cry again
Interrogation, won't say a thing, ain't shy, I'm solid
And he rep big gang, say he got Blood in his eyes
Prolly on his birthday, his momma blindfold him with a red rag
She even bought him the red cake, yeah the cake off a red plate
Even if they ran inside the Regency, there still ain't nowhere safe
I'll probably die showin' love, I'll probably die off a hate crime
In the hood, tryna get off the sack too, but my role model never was Matt Ryan
OG's on the block, and they won't let us catch a sale
In the stolen car like lil' bitch legit, tryna ball like Montel
Probably make a movie on all this Act', I'ma turn into Denzel
Caught [?], no he ain't in Heaven no more, he can't inhale
She bought a n***a a watch, but she ain't know he a rat, so only time'll tell
Played the cards I was dealt, made that boy draw four like he was a Uno player
Screamin' fuck your son, we took his daddy, you're a crybaby, Johnny Depp
Momma whipped me with a switch, but I'ma beat my son ass with a designer belt
I knew that ho was lyin' so I lied back like a recliner chair
They stabbed me in my back, but I ain't scream 'cause I ain't Gale Weathers
They set Lil Mo on fire, I think about him when I see matches
You better not rawdog her, in the hood, her nickname, they call her assy
But they gave her mouth a thumbs up, you might fuck 'round, catch a taxi
Them n***as ain't shooters, A.I., they need practice
[Verse 2: Paper Lovee]
Project baby
I remember gettin' paper and dub too with our taxes
My momma sold food, [?] like, bitch, this month, we fastin'
I made a [?] inside [?], wishin' I had matches
I told my bitch, "Better run the check up," she don't need pap smears
The only time I ever switched up when I had to turn on the light
I couldn't see the fat lady livin' off me, man, I had parasite
It hurt me to the heart when they say [?] my cousin [?]
I don't even roll in state but it's all gravy 'cause, bitch, we appetite
If you wanna chase a dream, you gotta take risks, you gotta make sacrifice
Tryna gamble with my life, I'm shootin' to win, I'm livin' in paradise
She smell a n***a with money, lil' nosey bitch, you must be [?]
Keep the rats from 'round my money, Johnny tap ya, we gon' kill all mice (Brr)
Two racks if you want you a bale
My pockets, they sittin' on Lavell (Crawford)
[?] like my name Kentrell
My shoes cost ounces of coke
I told you before, I'm the G.O.A.T
Givenchy drip down to the floor
Put that shit on and get at your ho
Keep a rap bitch, she done come in vintage
Her head game Monica Lewinsky
[?] come [?]
Wanna fuck me? Bitch, it's a privilege
I was whippin' up dope in the kitchen
"Baby, what's that?" "Momma, this Bisquick"
Trap spot, good cap, tuition
Why you a snitch, [?]
Why you put in more child support? That's his blood, now you want soo-woop
Whatever for his bae, buy his bae, and now you went FUBU
Lil' ho, you showed me that pussy, back in the day, all on ooVoo
I called my Lady Gaga, I'm her baby, she be like, "Goo-goo"