[Intro]
Yeah
I-I think I may have to take it back to like, like 10 years ago, you know?
The Big Meech Era, you feel me?
Real, real motivation for a street n***a
Real, real motivation for a street n***a, ugh

[Verse 1]
Pull up in all color Ferraris, bitches in tiaras
Gettin' head while I'm steering
Everybody else starving, everybody else staring
Shawty got the McLaren and I had the seven
Pulled up at the compound, clothes smellin' like gunpowder (boom)
Salute all the real n***as and real bitches that got they own boss
I was snappin' before Fabo, my raps come with a halo
Went out with Jeezy, we spent pesos like J-bo
Took E’s to the Twenty Grande
He got a pistol on him and twenty grand
A couple things I ain't glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying (Scarface)
Everybody need to calm down
Stand right by your homie's side
Gunshots in this motherfucker turn this bitch into a homie-side (yeah)

[Chorus]
Over a million sold they say I'm crossin' over
Oh yeah, the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
My whole body inked, my family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie (I did)
Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner
Trap in these denim (damn)
Ain't stuntin' these women (naaa)
Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner
[Interlude]
Put this shit down, that shit still burnin', I can smell that moon rock
I got to tell you how that shit started
(real real motivation for a street n***a)
(real, real, real, real, real, real, real)

[Verse 2]
Trapping off the court, on the back porch (I did)
Had that pack ordered, we was backed up (we was n***a!)
That's that good shit, that’s that hood shit (we hood)
You a cute bitch, and your crew thick (I like)
Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick (this long)
With a Blue DaVinci, dog food bricks (Heroin)
Snowman on repeat, rest in peace, Nando
I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too
When brawl wit'you we send them bottles through
We send the marters through, I'm on the Carter 2
Like Tyrese was on the Marta, too
They start calling too, startin' falling through
Got them chickens boy, like a barbecue (tell em)
Talk to lame n***as something we hardly do
I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them. (okay)
I think my rollie harder this an AG party

[Chorus]
Over a million sold they say I'm crossin' over
Oh yeah, the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
My whole body inked, family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie
Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner
Trap in these denim
Trap in these denim
Ain't stuntin' these women
Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

[Outro]
I think we found a winner
Uh-oh, flexing contest I think we found a winner
Pull up in some shorts, middle of December
Flex, ooh