Ay man ay
About 22 years and some change ago
The torch was passed you know what I'm sayin'
Yuh
Talkin' bout
'96
I'm on my Troublesome '96 type ish
Yeah, ay I said
Whole lotta trouble on my mind
Feeling like I'm running outta time
Things don't always pan out to design
Stress keep ringin on my line
Hey yeah
Paranoid peeking through the blinds
Thinking 'bout it really should be fine
Keep it on me yeah I'm toting iron
Stress keep ringin on my line
What they said?
In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a aggin like me
Type sh**
Zone 6 in the mix
Yeah
And we make em say uhhh... nuh-nah nuh-nah
Not too many of my work a nine to five nah
Punchin that clock ain't no kinda life
So we can't afford to make nothin' that kinda ride naw
It gotta bump with it
Jus' a lil sum sum to make your toupee jump with it
Talkin' two respushas in the trunk with it
Base fatter then a swamp opossum with the mumps with it
Yuh
A cliche, a cliche up out the south
So soon as I got a check I threw golds in my mouth
Shout goes out to Nelly shout goes out to the Lou
I need some gooey butter cake and 3 bitties that's 5'2"
Lou to the A
Atlanta to St. Louis
Say the word real if you talmbout who Chuke is
Folks never made it love to tell you how to do this but
Grain of salt with it cause it might not be the truest ugh
Say why you do 'em like that?
Mood on munchie
Comp looking like snack
I'm the type to get a dub
You the type to be like "run it back"
Goin' 'gainst the team boy that's finna getcha schmacked yuh
Your girl say "that's bae"
No Beyonce
Try me that's a gamble
Aliante
Chopper get to singing like Michante
Ante que me voy a restaurante
Lookin' at my G-shock it's about that time
Tryna run me up some racks for the '019
Got a lil shawty and she know she fine
And we both dun got degrees now it's mo' cheese time
I got sauce like pico
We know
These folks
Gliko on deck
Three zone
Peiyowwn
We gone
Yeah we on next
Unc said something I felt
I had to throw it in a verse
Life a sandwich
Either way you flip it bread come first
Yeah
Whole lotta trouble on my mind
Feeling like I'm running outta time
Things don't always pan out to design
Stress keep ringin on my line
Hey yeah
Paranoid peeking through the blinds
Thinking 'bout it really should be fine
Keep it on me yeah I'm toting iron
Stress keep ringin on my line
Unc had said something I felt
I had to throw it in a verse
Life a sandwich
Either way you flip it bread come first
Unc had said something I
Unc had
Punchin that clock ain't no kinda life
So we
Gotta make em say uhhh