[Intro]
First off
(Nines made a mess)

[Verse 1: Kofi]
Let's have a moment of silence for all of our brothers we lost this year
I turned my G-Shock into an Audemars, I'm gonna floss this year
She want a pic with a n***a 'cause she see that my diamonds shining
I told her, "No", 'cause these women be eating, these bitches be dining (Damn)
But I was a dog for real (Woof)
Order girls to my crib like it's Postmates (Frrtt)
I was door dashing, she was soul snatching and the second she done told her go away (Cut, cut, cut, cut)
I knew that I couldn't keep her, the shordie shе came with more drama than Broadway (Damn)
The city I comе from don't care about the law, these n***as be shooting in broad day (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
You told me to kick rocks (Yeah)
So don't ask why my foots bloody (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Before I was popping in eighty-one countries you know that the hood loved me (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now my Rollie don't tick-tock (Yeah)
I ain't got it from hood money (Nah)
I stay on the same block in the same hood with the same crodies ain't shit funny like damn

[Chorus: Kofi]
I run to a bag, n***a, then fuck it up with my bros in here
With the same gang, n***a, it's all friends, ain't no foes in here
You getting mad, n***a, come try me, ain't no hoes in here
I'm getting cash, n***a, stay hungry, on ten toes in here
I pull up with John Cena tints, Yves Saint Laurent on my shit
Dom Pérignon on my lips, I could tsunami your bitch
I run to a bag n***a then fuck it up with my bros in here
I'm getting cash, n***a, stay hungry, on ten toes in here
[Verse 2: Noodah05]
I run up a bag in a drought (Yeah)
Don't know why he scared (Don't know why he scared)
I put the game on the map (Yeah)
I ain't never failed, I ain't never said
I'ma leave my brothers, we down 'til the end got summers in
Made a thousand dollars off of narcotics back then we was getting the bundles in (Yeah)
Bro had caught the ball and got that sac and he didn't fumble then (Got the sac)
Thuggin' on my own, jumped in the streets, I'm in the lions den
If you plug, we buyers then
She won't fuck, I'll buy her friend
Them shots went off and then he hesitated, so we fly his friend

[Chorus: Kofi]
I run to a bag, n***a, then fuck it up with my bros in here
With the same gang, n***a, it's all friends, ain't no foes in here
You getting mad, n***a, come try me, ain't no hoes in here
I'm getting cash, n***a, stay hungry, on ten toes in here
I pull up with John Cena tints, Yves Saint Laurent on my shit
Dom Pérignon on my lips, I could tsunami your bitch
I run to a bag n***a then fuck it up with my bros in here
I'm getting cash, n***a, stay hungry, on ten toes in here