[Hook: Future]
Like a narcotic
And I’m a product of my new community
And I’m a product
Finally made it, these n***as they hatin'
(x2)
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Kitchen whippin', cookin' baby
f**in' sisters and they twins
Trappy mamma want a Benz
Bought a ‘Rari, scraped the rims
[?]
I been guarding Molly with the plug
Pa**ed out on the drink
Runnin’ up, paid the bank
Called in my phone for the partner
Motorola bands beat
Couple of perc, now I’m leanin'
I pull out the Wraith for no reason
I can’t even trust the soldiers
Whip it, get it out the bowl
Hundred thousand on the [?]
Slang a chopper ‘cause I need it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rejjie Snow]
Like a narcotic, I’m serving your mamma
The homies a hand, and I’m reaching in pockets
I’m baggin' the product
And mixing the logic
You rappers are ugh, kind of retarded
No time sick, I was cured of infection
Two times spent six years for the sentence
Six years old, three wakes I attended
Footsteps, bloodstained sheets, but the [?]
Keep my thoughts frantic
Enough with your antics
Love me [?] products
I’m handing back-to-back cla**ic singles
My fabric mixing that trap
Infused with that jazzy chemical feel
Yeah I’m black as can be
And I’m livin' to die in the shackles of me
And a willing to show you the blackest will feast
[Hook]
[Outro: Rejjie Snow]
It’s open season
She lookin', believe me
She hittin' that pipe and her daughter is cold
And it’s served in the evening
Said the babies are screamin' the choirs are here
So I’m here for a reason
(So I’m here for a reason)
[Hook]