[Intro]
Beat from Dilla
Shit, yeah, I dipped it
(Ooh, Dilla)

[Chorus]
I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I'm not mortal
Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco
Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola
Came from the bottom, I think we was broke
Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers
Rolling big doobs, I don't do the skimps
I'm a big smoker, I don't need a roller
Came first in the game, I need me a trophy
Mama ain't like cookin', warm up the stove
Jumped to a check, so they can't tell me nothin'
Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa
He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff
N***as know 'round my way, it get ugly
Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin'
N***as keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy
Make over a hundred or, n***a, just shut it

[Verse 1]
I'm gettin' sucked up by a freak bitch every single night
I had blew out Biscotti smoke when they read my rights
All my dawgs fighting for a come-up, n***a, where is Mike?
Yeah, the whole YSL iced out, I see frostbite
N***a wanna say he too fly, hmm, cut his kite
I'm somethin' like Osama Bin Laden, I take down this flight
He say he keep a glizzy, he plottin', cut his head open, what you thinkin'?
Why a n***a wanna play with me like a PS4?
Don't know the slime gang dangerous?
Opp deceaser, block sweeper
Keep my shooter pulled up, he kill people
And he gonna throw his hood up after he pray Jesus
Like a Glock, these hoes bustin' off the meter
Just hopped on a tour bus with fifty people
[Chorus]
I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I'm not mortal
Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco
Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola
Came from the bottom, I think we was broke
Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers
Rolling big doobs, I don't do the skimps
I'm a big smoker, I don't need a roller
Came first in the game, I need me a trophy
Mama ain't like cookin', warm up the stove
Jumped to a check, so they can't tell me nothin'
Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa
He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff
N***as know 'round my way, it get ugly
Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin'
N***as keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy
Make over a hundred or, n***a, just shut it

[Verse 2]
How much he make?
It don't match his rate, he got nothing to say
Boy, pump your brakes
My homie from Brooklyn, so I came with a shank
My check cleared on the way to the bank, I just turned twenty
How big is my b-roll? Seen so many zeros, I clutch at the bank
Out of town, I got rank, LA, I keep dank
Don't condone stealing, n***a, we gon' cut your fucking hands
She want my blood DNA in her body, no playin'
You gon' pop this pill today, no ties, cut the strings
He on molly, all ten, you still do that? I'm just sayin'
Thinking that shit make him man and his ho pop Xans
She just burnt up with her man
Go get some money, that's all I'm sayin'
I know some n***as down for life in the can
They watchin' from the 'Gram while I'm postin' when I land
[Chorus]
I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I'm not mortal
Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco
Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola
Came from the bottom, I think we was broke
Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers
Rolling big doobs, I don't do the skimps
I'm a big smoker, I don't need a roller
Came first in the game, I need me a trophy
Mama ain't like cookin', warm up the stove
Jumped to a check, so they can't tell me nothin'
Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa
He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff
N***as know 'round my way, it get ugly
Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin'
N***as keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy
Make over a hundred or, n***a, just shut it