[Intro: FN DaDealer]
Might get on that bitch with you, know what I'm sayin'?
Naw, for real, n***a
(Go crazy, AG)
N***a goddamn see all that, but it don't even matter
See all this shit that a n***a did and went through, n***a, you know what I'm sayin'?
Huh, woah

[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G
Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep
We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed
I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap
I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep
I spent thousands on these jeans, okay
I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine
My cup dirty, but I'm clean, okay

[Verse 1: FN DaDealer]
Who the fuck said I was fallin' off? No way
N***as bitches, they get cops involved, they got ho ways
I been tryna lock her jaws, in hеr mouth like Colgate
Me and partnеr was breakin' laws, he just caught a cold case
Turned dreams into reality, I grinded, should be glad for me
They keep tryna tear me down, tryna build a masterpiece
Fuck them n***as and whoever say they after me
It's gon' be a whole lotta casualties
Better not think 'bout jackin' me
Killers right on side me
Jefe tweakin' out, say he itchin' for a body
I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me
I ain't nothin' like DeJ Loaf, please don't try me
[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G
Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep
We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed
I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap
I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep
I spent thousands on these jeans, okay
I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine
My cup dirty, but I'm clean, okay

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
If you come in this hood and you ain't with me, you probably get robbed
Pull some money out the bank just for some lean, I was havin' withdrawals
With a model, she ain't touch her plate on a date, on purpose, she starvin'
(Ain't nobody rat on you), why the fuck you bringin' up bodies in songs you recording?
'Nother strike, can't make a home run, he ain't safe, he need a handout
That's your shooter, he ain't hit shit, n***a had a switch, y'all oughta branch off
Know hood bitches still closed just like the stores, but it got a cheaper dinner
I was stylin', was a booster, most our clothes still had the beepers in 'em
I'm in the hood by the church, granny said no speakin' when the deacon enter
But we stay and he drive forty minutes home when he done preachin' in it
Had to cut you off, they say you chose, you took the stand and point your finger
Still let him know I don't hate you, bitch, I'm disappointed in you
We jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G
Rubber bands inside my pants, that's why my pockets deep
A thousand in a week, I'm talkin' exotic weed
And I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap
[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Jumped off the porch into the streets just like a G
Rubber bands up in my pants, that's why my pockets deep
We been pushin' P, talkin' 'bout exotic weed
I won't sell 'em high 'cause I can get 'em for the cheap
I just keep havin' these dreams, they tryna kill me in my sleep
I spent thousands on these jeans, okay
I keep pourin' up this lean, I'm probably pissin' pure codeine
My cup dirty, but I'm clean, okay

[Outro: Rylo Rodriguez & FN DaDealer]
Yeah, yeah
Okay