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[Verse 1: Fat Pat]

One thing's for sure, gotta get my smoke on

Pop the trunk, dome light crawlin' down on chrome

Been dragged through society for twenty-six years

Seen my ghetto peers locked, mama shed so many tears

Highway to hell, will it ever end for a brother?

System got us killin' each other, 'posed to love one another

The game got our minds in a headlock

But in reality, we workin' for a jail block

Ain't no kin to me, but I intend to see

Brighter days where I'm headed, everything copacetic

Big Bеnz, super leaded as I smash off, see

Fat Pat own thе place, that's the way it gotta be

Try to see a different level of the game for sure

Ain't too old to learn, so I gotta listen, you know

What I'm sayin'? Try to feel me 'cause I'm singin' the blues

Every morning, wakin' up, seein' myself on the news

[Chorus: DJ X.O.]

Niggas act like hoes, they turn they back on me

Half these niggas lame, ain't in my category

Push it to the limit, put it all on me

I been goin' hard since I was more than fourteen

Now we started in the trap, now we all over the map (Ah)

One man with the strap, make a nigga back it back (Ah)

The way these diamonds lit up make a mad man sicker

Same way that surgery make these lil' hoes thicker

The way I kill that cat (Uh), it make her throw it back (Uh)

I'm tryna run it back (Ah), baby, where you at?

Finally met her match, I think she grew attached

Meet me up in Saks, uh, baby, put that lil' shit back

She don't want her ex no more, we met on Fairfax

She got a heart of gold, remind me of my plaques

[Verse 2: Propain]

Yeah

Bustdown watches and condos

Came a long way from them slum floors

To bein' known for this green, ballin' like Rondo

Mama prayed the same concrete where her son rose

Started on the bottom, now he higher than JumpSoles

That's crazy high, I'm from a block where they don't make it out

Could've crashed too, but I went Dolph, I took the paper route

Then put my partners on, that's how you circulate the paper 'round

My dog just came home, he eatin' steak and lob'

Like, yeah, this how it's 'posed to feel

I doubled down to let 'em know it's real

Ten-hour flight to Europe, I'm late, eat two kosher meals

Hoggin' lanes, got the red swangin' like Holyfield

Rollie up, diamonds in the sky, they thinkin' Hov is near

Trill nigga, your broad know, that's why she over here

And Pro gon' let shawty rock the mic without the vocal skills

Self-made, no handouts, no brokeish deals

I got this out the mud like a soldier drill, baby, what's up?

[Chorus: DJ X.O.]

Niggas act like hoes, they turn they back on me

Half these niggas lame, ain't in my category

Push it to the limit, put it all on me

I been goin' hard since I was more than fourteen

Now we started in the trap, now we all over the map (Ah)

One man with the strap, make a nigga back it back (Ah)

The way these diamonds lit up make a mad man sicker

Same way that surgery make these lil' hoes thicker

The way I kill that cat (Uh), it make her throw it back (Uh)

I'm tryna run it back (Ah), baby, where you at?

Finally met her match, I think she grew attached

Meet me up in Saks, uh, baby, put that lil' shit back

She don't want her ex no more, we met on Fairfax

She got a heart of gold, remind me of my plaques