[Hook: Wiley]
Now we living good
Had a couple hits
Still find me in the hood
Rolling with a couple [?]
Everyday I go to work
Because ain't nobody owe me
People wonder what it's like there
They saying "Hey, can you show me?'"
I tell them at the top it's lonely
I tell them at the top it's lonely
[Verse 1: Problem]
At the top it's lonely as f**, Problem, Diamond Lane
Yeah, what, hell yeah it is, sh**
But I'd rather be lonely than broke
I'm [?] like [?], boy
Heavy if I care about a b**h (Nope, ha!)
sh**, It's all about my squad
Diamond Lane, my gang, working hoes like jobs
You remember old [?] when the boy got robbed
Tell her I'm in a strip club, I throw it up like live
b**h catch it, hoe get naked, fast
There's money in my future, everything else, pa**
Like [?], Yeah so behind me
Girls got me so gone you can't even find me
Practice origami, I work that paper
[?], so hit my pager
If you trying to f** with a n***a like me
Especially if your p**y sweeter than ice tea
[Hook]
[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Writer
Uh, overtime, I go to work
You know the grind, but I own the [?]
Always [?], the shorties' thirst
How she know the rhyme, you would think she wrote the verse
True sh**, true fit
You don't hear me dirty n***a, get a Q-tip
I'm [?] all about
Your new b**h (What?)
Getting what in the mouth, toothpick
Do this, clueless
I ain't the one that you should wanna fool with
I'm a fool, b**h
With a full clip
That'll make a fool click and do a full flip
Right, still heavy in the heights
[?] or ice, semi or [?]
I got a n***a that'll set them on sight
And yeah, I used to get it off light
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Gudda
Ain't nothing just chillin'
Sitting on top of the money I'm gettin'
Leaning in the coupe sitting sideways
In the road to the riches in my highway
Getting money from London and New Orleans
Underground legend, I'm none of these new 'all this'
(Phone rings)
That's your girl, n***a
I hit her once and cut her off like a bad signal
YMCMB Gudda
Add another Gudda now you gotta pay me double man
Give me 50 feet because I'm a hand full of trouble
I'm just trying to double up my paper, on the double
Eastside, boy we in this b**h
Got a toilet bowl flow, man I been that sh**
[?]
Because on the streets on the beat, I can sin that hit
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Cam'ron]
(Work In Progress)