1999

[Chorus: Danny Brown]

Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime

Bagging up a quarter back in 1999

Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

What you doing for this 40 ball?

Bitch quit playing like you don't know the protocol

Pull up, paint look like bowling ball

Doing me, give a fuck about y'all

Put that on everything, swear on my blood

Stab you in the back when I give you a hug

Every other day I'm awake til the sun break

Writing that shit got 'em jumping like pump fakes

Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food

Tell it how you wanna tell it like the evening news

Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself

These [?] hard bottoms can't tie they self

You can feel by yourself, you don't need my help

Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself

Can't contain myself when we just gettin' started

And it's no time left, and it's no time left

[Chorus: Danny Brown]

Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime

Bagging up a quarter back in 1999

Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]

Fast-forward everything now I can't play

Turn boys into men in just one day

Shit movin' upstate like []

Trying to pull in numbers like measuring tapes

[?] but I can't wait

[?] from Michigan plates

You can lose everything in a breeze in the wind

Say the sun can't shine til the darkness in

No shit Sherlock and put a stick in a pot

He ain't tell me that it's dinner, see you missing the plot

Every tick on the clock another step to the box

[?] give respect to the [?]

Know I'ma hit the lotto, [?] mark

Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow

Know I'ma hit the lotto, [?] mark

Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow

[Chorus: Danny Brown]

Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime

Bagging up a quarter back in 1999

Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Still weighing mine

Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time