[Chorus]
Started with no cake, me and a old ‘K
I’m getting it now, I ain’t worried bout the old days
Pull up with two Glocks, sing like the O’Jays
Bought the Diors but I still rock the old J’s
Young crackheads broke shoutout them old Js
I couldn’t triple a ten shoutout the new wave
Rapping ass n***a an actor - Johnny Cage
Turnt in the club, he got smacked with some Bombay
Turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
I can’t even cry ‘cause n***as die like every day
I got that white bitch with me - Mary Kate
N***as be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a AK

[Verse]
She callin’ you brokе but she call me her main baе
Learned how to shoot dice from Grandma Faye
Fell like I’m Pootie Tang, n***a “wa-da-tay”
I’m rich as a bitch what my wallet say
Tell her don’t do that and give her the father face
Me verse the feds, bitch we having a Charger chase
Leave that boy dead, somebody give him a charger case
Swear I duck bullets but never could dodge a case
These n***as know how it go and it’s not safe
Ran up my bag and I turnt up the whole state
N***as be hoes, how you scared of your own fate?
If I have a daughter I gotta name her Faith
‘Cause that’s all I had in that cell, I ain’t give up
Them people come get you, you better keep your chin up
Christmas tree, we leavin' opp n***as lit up
Shells hit his spine so that boy can’t even get up
(Damn) N***a get up
Your bitch was right here shawty you ain’t even pick up
You ain’t slide first, that’s the reason you hit up
He just a rookie, seen blood and he spit up (Bitch)
N***a speed up, you know we got kids and they need us
Don’t let us go broke, n***a won’t nobody feed us
A slave in the jail, n***a that’s how they treat us
She wouldn’t say hi, now they be geekin’ to see us
Fly as a bitch, these n***as lowkey wanna be us
‘Cause I’m strong as shit, I’m blowing smoke this shit might lift a tree up
Poppin RPs and I keep pouring lean up
Hop out the Jeep and I’m fucking the scene up
Background dirty but touchdown with clean stuff
I give her dick then I make the bitch clean up
[Chorus]
Started with no cake, me and a old ‘K
I’m getting it now, I ain’t worried bout the old days
Pull up with two Glocks, sing like the O’Jays
Bought the Diors but I still rock the old J’s
Young crackheads broke, shout out them old Js
I couldn’t triple a ten, shoutout the new wave
Rapping ass n***a an actor - Johnny Cage
Turnt in the club, he got smacked with some Bombay
Turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
I can’t even cry ‘cause n***as die like every day
I got that white bitch with me - Mary Kate
N***as be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a AK