[Verse 1: G.T.]
This shit'll have your auntie with the lockjaw
Legendary in my hood, ask the rockstars
[?] stars, we'll pull up in like 8 cars
N***as [?] like we take bars
It ain't what you know, n***a, it's who you know
And all of us got it from the weed to blow
These n***as playing keep up, they don't even come close
Man, these n***as fake as hell, and these bitches broke
I ain't jumped off the porch [?] sold dope
We got [?] all day, the way [?]
I was a teenager then, I only worked the door
Talking losses, little n***a, you don't even know
What car they pop in, [?] straight dropping
One day, got all [?] copping
Big houses, lil n***a, got them [?]
Fell off a couple times, but got right back [?]

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Grab the slab out the bag, buss it out the wrapper
Take you off four and a half, put it back together
Used to staying on the corners, chasing after chetter
It's hard for me to chase hoes, I got a busy schedule
Half tracks, eightballs, quarter ounces
Cook up 24 grams and get a quarter extra
[?] passing out testers
I'm a real drug dealer, tell by the necklace
You ain't really getting money, then I can't respect you
I [?] bitches like a damn detective
N***as wearing fake Rollies, you can't even trust them
N***as swiping hoes' bags, and can't even fuck them
Always out of town, like I'm on the run
Bust a brick and see the shine like in Golden Sun
Bitch, I keep a heavy bag, think it weigh a ton
I got two hoes at one time, 'cause I'm the chosen one