They hear this song they goin hop on the wave
He talkin hot he get put in the grave
Brodie got locked and he back out today
She had to go but da bitch wanna stay
I'm in the crib and if feel like a cage
I don't feel luv but I'm filling wit rage
I had a dream seen myself on the stage
Life is a book but you can't skip a page
I see bread I gotta get it
F*ck dese bitches dey be wicked
Got a wife don't need no women
Drippin sauce all on my linen
He want smoke den start the engine
Maradona how I'm spinning
If dis a movie I'm a villain
If dis a show den you is krillin
Hit him once he put I'm broly
G27 Leave him holy
Euro to da left Ginobili
I'll shoot any shot like Kobe
Poof, it's magic
We goin leave him shocked like static
Used to smoke up in the attic
Niggas cap Dey never having
Not a bag you know I tote
Dey got like dey on megaphones
I did some shit you'll never know
Designer me from head to toe
Vinatieri ima kick it
Ye he told not talkin ribbit
See my work my sheet extensive
See my gas my lungs expensive