Ayy, Lordy, why you flexin'? I'm livin' in the moment Smokin' hella gas, yeah, roll my hella polk Sippin' hella ackee, I'm pourin' hella potions X's got me trippin', Rollie, so watch how you approach me Let this s*** touch me, it's like gon' be so oven I ain't cut his yard, but I'm in the floor with a blowin' Even when I was small, my family knew I was golden Broke down on the block and I still knew I was chosen Gave my dawg my words, ho, it ain't no foldin' Said I stackin' up, they thought that I was Pringles That n***a gang bangin', watch how he twist his fingers He drop the wrong thing, I'ma up it, ain't no speakin' Hit him with that blinky, I'ma spark it, ain't no reachin' Whole gang gettin' guap, we all up, ain't no leachin' If my dawg fall off, *** a plate, we all eatin' If my dawg down bad, I toss my boy a brick I know we finna go to war, so I threw my boy a stick Big-ass Drake with a drum for a clip A cinnamon bun hangin' off a n***a hip Baggy a** pants and I'm walkin' with a lip If I see her, I walk it, I'ma pop it and dip it Slangin' Drake's broad day, if a n***a playin' still You ain't steppin' like you say, boy, that ain't how you built Talkin' out your n***a, still a-gettin' a n***a killed I got some Rellys bangin' blood, they know I'm bangin' Crip Twistin' fingers in my face, guaranteed he get a clip Got a Glock, he 23, with a customized grip That automatic .223, hit that n***a in the clip So loaded with you bangin', what you sayin'? I ain't playin', get that n***a in his head These diamonds on me dancin', they been knew I was bandin' Reloaded was a bandit, found a deacon and I ran it Rap wasn't the plan, but I been knew I was dancin' They waitin' on my songs like they got a loaded fetish Street, Al Capone, I might learn to speak some Spanish Work smarter, not harder, learn that s**t from my granny Best lesson from my brother, *** that blicky, boy, don't penny I be eatin' on these beefs like I ran out of candy Got the Glocky and the Gucci, tomorrow it's the Fendi I'm fresh to death, n***a, say I'm lookin' minty I'ma give this s**t my all, I put that s**t on me I'ma see a hundred million, get half of it to n***a Take the other fifty, flip it, invest it for my children Use the rest that's left over, find a cure for some sickness If a f**kin' hatin', I'm too real, you can't mix it right And press under my post, but when I kill him, say I'm trippin' I'm the gang, I'm a real smacker, in the streets, talk, listen Ballin' hard in the paint, bad boys, we the pistons We the pistons