[Verse 1: J.I.D.]
Y'all n***as lookin' like money, ching ching
Light shine, starin' at your wrist, bling bling
Lightweight J.I.D., get drunk off a Yuengling
Let that thing sing, sing, sing, send him to Sing Sing
But I ain't got time for no jail time, no
Pick them shells up, let 'em cool down, blow
Pull up to your big a** crib like (Hello!)
Nobody here? Y'all ready to go?
I got Division(thevision) like Mansa Musa
Can f** your b**h like a barracuda
Uzi tooly Boolie, who the shooter?
Yeah, it's not mine, cause I forgot the ruger
Never been a gangster, Im riding with my seatbelt on, tryna drive and roll up all of this weed in my palms
[Verse 2: J.I.D.]
Twenty-five to life, it all started with a c**a leaf
I swear i been the dopest this not how its supposed to be
n***as spent the bend and shot at everybody close to me
And they k**ed my n***a T, dome shot, R.I.P
n***as k**ing n***as I ain't even get the notion
They out here catching bodies and a n***a ain't provoke em
Oh sh**, guess I need to pick me up a strap now
Nowadays, n***as dont even know how to act (Bow)
Run to the hills to avoid the high waters
They flooded the crops, k** pops, they tryn done us
They Marshawn Lynch with the Glock, they ran rumpus
Dunk us, Jordan signs seen clear when they stomp us
Sick of Atlanta, I hit my girl, then flew to Dulles
Bumping Dwele, dwelling on the past they ain't tell us about
All we do is accept they bullsh** they sell us
[Outro: Key!]
Okay!
n***as ain't talking how they living
(Mumbling, repetitive 'For real!' 'Okay!')
[Outro: Leonardo DiCaprio]