[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Found a spot, now the shop set up
Young and dumb, you can't tell us nothin', ain't no discussion
That temptation gotta servin', David Ruffin
Tryna cop that new thang on a [?]
What's up then?
Only leave for blunts and cigarettes
Ain't showered in days, I can't care less
The life we chose, where friend become foes
The spot up the street, we steppin' on toes
Them n***as want beef, well let's go
Ain't tryna steal clientele, they custos
Eighth of that hard shit, and 8-balls
Broke one down, fifteen stones
Busting out the 12-12s, ain't hard to tell
Every month we chipped in, five homies in jail

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Pop bottles like we won Game 7
Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven
Was so fucked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant
But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate

[Verse 2: Fat Ray]
I gotta admit that back then I was reckless
Runnin' with some n***as that was takin' yo' necklace
Runnin' with some n***as that'll eat you for breakfast
It all boiled down to a zip of cat piss
So n***a, miss me with that rap shit
Outside, tryna make a circle, do a backflip
Topside, got yo' Unc' baby on the blacklist
Young bull, tuck that 380 in the mattress
Dopeman tryna squeeze water out a cactus
N***as stretched all four quarters, no practice
Show 'em how to fill a hundred orders, no napkins
Went from rollin' nicks on the Sonic Six
To middle-mannin' splits, money-makin' Mitch
Monkey on his back, got him shooting dog in his dick
Pinching out the pack, got him puttin' paws on his bitch
Sittin' in the max, got my lil' dog out his shit
[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Pop bottles like we won Game 7
Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven
Was so fucked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant
But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate