Situation

[Verse 1]

Cruisin', low altitude, my destination

As the beat crawls, I'm bumpin' Biggie Smalls

Loungin', gettin' high off the sticky

I'm reminiscing on last night's quickie

I feel the urge to bust a rhyme, so I do it

I say a few raps and my boys jump into it (Check one, two)

Now the vibe is felt throughout the car

The smoke blinds us indo, so i crack the window

As the smoke gets clear from being hectic

Just in time for me to get off the fuckin' exit

I get off, make a right

Go down 6 flights and then sight, it's the hype (Word up)

Now I'm creeping, turned off my brights

Drivin' through the parking lot, looking for a spot

Hey, in front there's the valet

Yo that's cool, y'all niggas stash the tools

Tadow! I grabbed the ticket, put it in my pocket

People recognize me now I'm getting props, dig

Walking inside Def Squad's representing

Something wasn't right, the vibe wasn't clicking

I told my crew "Wassup, wassup, yo, let's be ghost (ghost), alright