[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm in the game and you n***as in the bleachers like clothes stains, n***as washed up and I know you tired
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks, leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, n***as still can walk a mile in 'em
A n***a had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on thе sweater, but I ain't stuntin' her
Thеm n***as scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks

[Verse]
I gave the streets acne, I know they bump my shit enough
Long as I ain't dead, I got codeine in my liver
Told you you not a part of us, you must don't remember
That bitch just hit me with her tongue, we ain't goin' public
We bag 'em up like groceries, then he go in Publix
All my jewelry underwater, you know this shit official
N***as be scared, when it get dark, they sing like Bryson Tiller
You're a rat, but you got P's, we call that Master Splinter
He hate when cash stick out my jeans, I got more money than him
For all my n***as just got sentenced, I just count commas
They don't talk at all, when they come home, I buy 'em Hummers
Trashbag full of money, n***a might go buy a dumpster
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder
Barely can see, I need contacts, delete all my numbers
You gotta pay to stand in my hood, but I need Ghetto free
I ain't goin' broke, I'ma stay up, what the fuck is sleep? (Al Geno on the track)
Who you gon' fuck, me or Nick? Take a knee
My name Cap
[Chorus]
I'm in the game and you n***as in the bleachers like clothes stains, n***as washed up and I know you tired
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks, leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, n***as still can walk a mile in 'em
A n***a had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on the sweater, but I ain't stuntin' her
Them n***as scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks

[Post-Chorus]
COVID-19, these n***as sick, they can't come 'round us

[Outro]
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder