[Intro]
Ayy, welcome home to my n***a, [?]
Just beat an attempt
You know what I mean? I was in a PJ, we landed
And they let me know, they dismissed the case, you know I'm sayin'?
And I was just callin' the n***a stupid a couple weeks ago for not takin' a— takin' a deal, you know I mean?
([?], this shit bangin') But he back

[Chorus]
The homie just beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint
The homie beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five pеrcent tint

[Verse 1]
Ayy, its more money on thе way
The streets need me, but she beggin' to me stay
The homie just beat his case the other day
I was thirty thousand feet high on a private plane
Money on my— money over—
The hood tatted on my chest, and it's on my shoulder
If you my n***a, then don't cross me, I'll be there for you
I'd come through anytime to bust heads for you
[Pre-Chorus]
You know it ain't no love in the city
If a n***a plottin' on me, you better kill him
Any time I hear chitchat about my n***as
Only thing I wanna hear is he a real one

[Chorus]
The homie just beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint
The homie beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint

[Verse 2]
Got a call from my dog, he was short on bail
I just took a loss, I was short on mail
He had a big case and nobody didn't tell
But if he blew trial, he was gon' get an L
Now, that's a Catch-22
'Cause you damned if you don't, and you damned if you do
My n***a back home
Innerprize Clicc, '21, it's on
[Pre-Chorus]
You know it ain't no love in the city
If a n***a plottin' on me, you better kill him
Any time I hear chitchat about my n***as
The only thing I wanna hear is he a real one

[Chorus]
The homie just beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint
The homie beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint