Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoThese niggas knowAlright, check it out bro, bro, bro, broLookUh, yeah, yeahUh, shit, uh, yeahMy mood really swinging, I peruse like a native would doWhat I’m thinking I should do for the sake of myselfNo games with this cash, go play with yourselfWe stay on your assYour sense of safety melt in a flash, bangDon’t know what I’ma sayCause I don’t label the bags, I stay in ’emSee you shooting but your angles is trashDon’t play with us, I revisit the pastPort wine and pages of passMomma say don’t play with them scabsIt’s safe to say I see the reason I’m bleeding outI need you now, closed lips make the mouth breathers frownTwo’s a team, three a crowdTwelve street, I kept some lean aroundHelp me, it’s been a minute since I seen a decent countThe wealth be the labor’s fruitThe loop hold up the belt, G’s feltAll praises due, the juice unattainableLike Tang in the boothDark face on the newsClouds grey on the moveOn the way like the truthYeah, yeah, uhI said the dark face on the newsClouds grey on the moveOn the way like the truth (On the way like the truth)Yeah, clouds grey on the moveOn the way with the