[Intro: G Perico]
(Low the Great)
(Is that Trey?)
Uh, yeah
I took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird
Wait, wait, look, look, look

[Verse 1: G Perico]
I took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird
At the deaf man house on 103rd
Yeah, uh, ghetto n***a with ambition
All I cared about was hustlin', all I cared about was Crippin'
Eastside of the hundreds
The opps come writin' on the walls and we go back bustin'
Bruce Wayne AKA Duron
N***as dissin' on the net, what is you on?
I call a spade a spade and a fade is a fade
A good look and real business is two different things
I be in meetings that n***as scared to talk in or even walk in
They said I wouldn't get the budget, but I got it
I'm recouping like crazy
Big royalty checks attached to my statements

[Interlude: G Perico]
Man, we making movies around this motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'?
Comin' up from nothing, straight up out the ghetto
Having nothing, next day having a million dollars cash, what you know about that?
Only the real ones know, it's only a handful of us, you know what I'm sayin'?
Pocket full of blue strips
Blue rag hanging out the left pocket
I know my n***a from Harlem can relate
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Thirty [?][1:17] around my neck, it wasn't hard to tell (At all)
One of my closest caught a body, was never offered bail (Never)
I told his lawyer, "Try and appeal," ain't tryna work a deal (Never)
We never squealed, so let down no matter how you feel
Busting knuckles, couple fades just from association
Overanxious on the clock like a ho in Vegas
I chose greatness, so impatient for them blue strips
Me and a few crips
No, if you broke, we ain't got no relations (Rollin')
I watched unc' smoke a dime out a soda can
I used to sip purple and yellow, I'm still a Kobe fan
Pussy slowed down outside, that shit on OnlyFans
Gotta go get it right now, might be your only chance
Half an ounce to a half a bird (Bird)
Star on the track, Captain Kirk, I just had it worse (Worse)
I know this bitch thinking Birkin if I go grab a purse (Nuh-uh)
Drop my new shit, pick up a hundred racks on merch (A hundred racks)
Perico, you know the root of evil Ben Franklin (Hundreds)
Ulysses Grant, Andrew Jackson got us impatient
Dead presidents make a n***a Larenz Tate it
With white paint on our faces, you see a Brink's shaking

[Outro: G Perico]
Shoutout my n***a Shady Boy from Harlem
Shoutout my n***a [?][2:15] from Broadway
[?], Broadway
You know what I'm sayin'?
[?], Broadway
Shoutout my n***a C-Loc from Harlem
You know what I mean?
Shoutout my n***a TG from Harlem
LA [?] from the way
You know what I mean?
Fathead, Drew
Shoutout my n***a Dave East
N***a, Harlem to LA, we gettin' it, man
Million dollar shit, baby