[Produced by Bushido Black]

[Verse 1]
One time for them trap n***as
What, them n***as showed me how to work that pyrex
Two times for my hood n***as
What, good lord we done made it out the projects
I told my homie roll up, smoke something
I remember going half on a dime sack
I told that girl no glove, no love
And this bitch tryna get a n***a sidetracked
From the spot where them n***as sell pounds at
No outdoor, only smoke loud packs
Told that bitch leave the key by the doormat
I’m going to get the money, I’ll be right back
Flashback, rocking my Bo Jacksons and my throw bag
I told her face down, ass up, hit it from the back, bitch throw it back, bitch
I flow cold like a polar bear, I ain’t nothing like them fuck n***as over there
I’m up next, I can handle that
I told them bitches I’d blow, you can bet on that
I’m [?] the Taliban, still tryna get a cherry red drop Cadillac
Since a teen, bitch I been a man
Ask your girl, bitch I been a man
On the block selling butter man
Shit it’s hard as hell to make it out the gutter man
I’ll do whatever for some money man
I used to sell birds just to get bunny bread
But don’t miss this shit ho, bitch don’t miss this money train
Fly n***a to death ho, and I’m sipping this purple rain
[Hook]
One time for them trap n***as
Them n***as showed me how to work that pyrex
Two times for my hood n***as
Good lord we done made it out the projects
I told my homie roll up, smoke something
I remember going half on a dime sack
I told my homie roll up, smoke something
I remember going half on a dime sack

[Verse 2]
Same nosy neighbors want a n***a locked up
Got an ex bitch who won’t stop popping up
Never cooked dinner but I cooked them rocks up
Tryna get bread, feel that like [?]
Hold up, came a long way from doja
Every time they see me them n***as say smoke something
Told my plug I’m hurt, let me hold something
Use your bitch just to roll up, my n***a
Stunting on them n***as, hitting donuts, uh
Ever since a teen I been a grown up, uh
Pops was a D boy, selling that shit
Ever since he left I been the man of the crib
Cop that shit and bag that shit like mister [?] this the man right here
They squeezed them triggers till they jammed that bitch
I ain’t have no job and had to hand that shit
Now I’m back in the hood like I left something
Just a hood n***a tryna get my credit up
Thought I done it all, they said I ain't done much
OG had bricks by the dump truck
And I don't want half, I want it all my n***a
It’s a hard knock life for a baller my n***a
Hating on me, bet I blow regardless my n***a
I got it on my own, never borrowed my n***a
While my people was at work
I’m home alone, Macaulay Culkin
I’m tryna make it through the day
Hoping that I see tomorrow
That’s my brother from another
So its free my n***a [?]
My next move’ll be a check though, bitch
So don’t miss this jet ho, bitch
[Hook]