Corner store, white tee I don't rock designer
Where Puerto Ricans only whipping Toyotas & Hondas
And some chanclas busting moves like Griselda Blanca
In the living room rocking Kadra of Ghouls & Goblins
Yeah, it's dumb hot this summer
91 CRX like Dennis Rodman number
I ate the ramen noodle august to august
We in a office till I'm in a coffin, yo
I said if I had a dollar every time
Somebody told me I was wildin
I done probably went to college but I didn't, uh
I done switched it up, dutch guts in a cup
I don't sell drugs but there's some bass in the trunk
I know enough to know when motherf*ckers blowing smoke
Think he overdosed in the dope he just comatose
Eat dessert before my second helping
On a road no Willie Nelson
Yo, yo... yeah
A, you 79 years old in the soul so I'm gold
Since a youngin getting rushed to be grown
Bag full of O's
I don't never f*ck with hoes
Put my energy on mo
Gotta ball for the dough
I wish I gave a f*ck sometimes
Only nigga I got is me, myself and I
Bet I shine in toxic environments
Some my niggas violent
This life shit is tiring
Shorty feel my energy up down her spine
I'm smoking so much weed that I ain't getting high
I had your bitch say my dick was divine
Hiding through the clouds in disguise
Yea, I got it