Sage

[Verse 1: Vado] The streets watching through their best lens Started buying watches as investments Nothing in these pockets, had me stressed in Tryna make a dollar, couldn't rest then Remember being where my slimes popped Couldn't chip in on a dime of chop Wasn't real money when I dropped the block Bitches acting funny, never mind them thots Let it serenade, place it in the pot, watch it marinate My wifey was the game, I let it marry me There's no parody, when you carry weight What you doing, doing too much nigga A real one term goofy, like what the fuck nigga Moving like a groupie, I can't fuck with you Like put your phone down, that's enough pictures [Verse 2: AZ] You know niggas, you try to show them the two step They head crack, you want yours back but you press They all lack, they talk trap but do less I'm too blessed, I fall back like Hugh Heff Hoes over the Tri-State, used to hang clothes over the firescape The heavens chose, I rose up the messiah straight It's higher faith, I'm tryna find us, annihilate Get settled, open some bars up, silent investor, help seekers for startup Hannibal Lecter, I'm more fleeker than scarred up Massage touch, I'm still pullin' them cars up Macadocious how I approach this Never bogus, everything's ferocious Focus, this the closest to heavy old shit Still a culprit, carrying that .45 Quiet, they all think the God retired It's just large consignment, take time to wire it Wooly niggas, they know best I've been him since Timb Chucks and Lo vest Soldier slim, I spit flim, it's no stress So fresh, fuck em all, slow death Dough, never foul, I'm on roll, it's like, woah This that bell biv devoe, niggas know Been taught by the elite, escorted off them streets Won't sport it if it's cheap, unique, clientele is for keeps In that Bentley Jeep, bumping Raphael Saadiq Let em sleep, two initials, I'm official You know the ritual, that hustle is in my bone bristle Gotcha, this that Sam and Bank Sinatra For real, this ain't no Oscar, I wanna thank Big Poppa [Verse 3: Vado] These niggas pull up cars like they knew somethin' You said you need it hard so I threw somethin' Silencer, we call it mute button Shooter standing ground like Manute jumping Rode to riches, couldn't find that paper route Every stop, roadblock, imma make it out Open up the duffel then you take it out Dump it on the table, make my lady count Let's move along, no looking back Want me to do it on my own and I'm good with that Got it on the arm, like do what you could with that No problem took it home and put my foot to that Death before dishonor, checks, they come with commas Versace betting and they got the best pajamas To make sure my kids never stress they mama