(Helluva made this beat, baby) Counted a couple hundred thousand up, my current mood We be stretchin' blows, roundin' up them M30 blues and G74s Dior runners for my kicks, not no Stan Smiths Prada hoodie out the bucket, happy Yada day Every brick I ever touched, shit was handpicked Still can't believe it to this day how niggas got away My niggas callin' home: Boldy, you a lucky man Just hold it down until I touch and stay out the way Be with some niggas doin' shit that I can't never say I got some secrets with me that I'm takin' to the grave I'm verified in the ghetto, check my résumé On the low end, was zippin' through like two a day Token of appreciation, coach drew the play All I had to do is square my shoulders up and shoot the J Down in Chesapeake, eatin' off the blue and grey Could show you how to turn that pit bull into a bouvier What else? Prices through the roof Done turnt around more blocks than a Rubik's Cube Why you posted in the spot with them roody-poos? I hid a half brick in a box of cereal Fiend shootin' in his foot on the barrio So skinny, can hula-hoop through a Cheerio Old money, still spin, I feel like Harry-O On 6-4 with that switch, Super Mario, let's get it What's the scenario? Stuck in a ghetto full of killers with nowhere to go Turn around and 'round we go like a merry-go Hid three hundred pints in Melly house behind Marygrove Thirty-five for the 'za, these ain't no Larry 'bows Brodie went to school for truck drivin', got his CDLs Ridin' dirty, stick tucked, ain't got no CPL Kit on the Urus truck, bitch, she got a BBL Quick to eyeball the work, don't even need a scale Close your eyes, late night, you ever seen the devil? God bless my OG, all I put her through When I was born, somebody casted a evil spell Witnessed murder first-handed in cold blood Ain't have no money growin' up so I sold drugs It's Antt Beatz, [?] [1: 47] Young, and the Jack God You know it's slide-or-die for my brother, this shit bulletproof Mafia, what else? Prices through the roof Done turnt around more blocks than a Rubik's Cube Why you posted in the spot with them roody-poos? I hid a half brick in a box of cereal Fiend shootin' in his foot on the barrio So skinny, can hula-hoop through a Cheerio Old money, still spin, I feel like Harry-O On 6-4 with that switch, Super Mario, let's get it