[Intro: Payroll Giovanni]
BYLUG shit
You know?
Cardo, you a fool
Talk shit
Boss shit
Let me talk shit (4-1)

[Verse: Payroll Giovanni]
I guess I gotta accept it's just a new age
Being gossiping men seems like a new wave
Well I've been hustling, my face due for a new shave
But I'ma hit my quota in less than two days
Been a hard grinder since a small-timer
Every time you n***as owe a tab, you getting Alzheimer's
I don't let no frauds bite us, most these rappers all liars
Studying our lingo so they can walk and talk like us
Uh, I got my game from the block
Some caine in the pot, finance the chain and the drop
This rap shit easy, I used to maintain the spot
Pop up and set up shop like a pop-up shop
A few blocks for a rocked up watch, but I deserve that
Hustled on the curve with a pen, I had to curve that
I'm from Detroit where its hard to get your music heard at
So we say fuck it, now where the pounds and the birds at?
Fuck it, it ain't no hook
I stared at shit when they said don't look
I'm true to the game, could write my own book
Dirtied up the plate, so I'm bagging up on the phone book
White got hot, so I stopped and I just sold kush
Gotta see the signs the game show you
Before your mans told, the game told you
Showed you clear as day the n***a wasn't right (Right)
That's on you to cut him off or you gone pay the price
Uh, you lames gossip with the same pockets
I enlarge exchange profits and remain modest
In a phony game, I remain honest
When you gettin' strange commas, you hear strange comments
But fuck 'em, life goes on
I'ma get this money right now, no need to prolong
Bloggers like, "He talk about drugs almost the whole song"
But you ain't from where I'm from so get the fuck on
Fuck living decent, dodging precincts, that's what streets teach us (Yeah)
Never respect the leaches, I respect the Big Meeches
My dog food feed big dogs with big leashes
Im talking links and pieces that make you say Jesus (You see that?)
You still tryna prove you on the avenue
I'm tryna furnish this crib way out in Malibu
Y'all confuse being gangstas with dumb shit
Y'all think punk shit is really tough shit
I wish I would yell in a camera phone
Making public threats about how I'm get you gone
Y'all worry about the n***a that be getting loud
You should be worried if he calm and just sitting down
This shit in me, not on me
I never seen so many strangers talking like they know me
And I don't need no validation from your big homie
N***a, I was stationed making plays like Sony (Boy)
[Outro]
BYLUG
Fenkell Ave shit
You know?
Strathmore Block
R.I.P. RJ
They don't make 'em like us no more