Fly n***as wearing they polo cuts
Taking flicks throwing the photos up
You can’t see the liquor through the solo cup
The red or the blue one, homies got redrum
I cry for them and the newborns
A dark place in the bright light
Watching hidden colors and zeitgeist
Yea n***a through the knowledge but I went to street college so I copped it for the right price
Twin two is four but if the fifth n***a roll we gonna turn that four dollars into five dollar doing nightlife
Now go ahead and rewind that
No clothes but you like my design black
You can have a watch but you never seen timelapse
I’m a gangster rapper what you call this a crime rap huh?
Good question ain’t it?
My mind’s a weapon ain’t it?
sh** I’m spitting for the record ain’t it?
A minute longer than a second ain’t it?
Now go ahead do the countdown
Tell me who you count on
You can count money but you can count love how you write the amount down
f** it just let be bounce now
Lighting the plane n***a I’m outbound
Ghost, I’m out