Hell Yeah

[Intro]

(You think there's a perception that you're slowing down a little bit?)

Everybody slows down when they get older. I think if I can just be smarter than all the youngings that's comin' I'll be fine. Am I slowing down? Maybe a little bit, maybe not

(You have a chance to win a championship here?)

When I'm on a team, we've got good guys around me, then yes, yes, hell yes

[Verse 1: JR Writer]

Look it's funeral wakes, graveyard flower time

No studio breaks, trey balls, power grind

Y'all on Ramadan, save that I devour mines

Someone (?) I came back with them power lines

Chasin' down the skrilla

Quit playin' with a killer

I ain't a dermatologist, you ain't gon' get a filler

You claimin' niggas iller? Must be from Cincinnati

Well I triple dare you crawl up in this cage with a gorilla

Right hook, left hook, I'll give you the best look

Ever think of checking me? I better see check books

I don't think you understand whenever the chef cook

Playin' with the thunder gang? You better be Westbrook

Trigger finger itchy

.22 to .50s

I don't which one a nigga pickin' up, I'm picky

You think you finna get me?

You little niggas really got me fucked up

Which one of y'all hit me with a (?)

Dig me I'm in the Porsche

Only 5th or boss

They've been screamin' all day so the engine is horse

Christian Diors

You ain't know it nigga I floss

Gators on the kid like I'm down at Disney resort

Dog who you cats foolin'? I will finish you

It's principle, I'm past true it

Who your class schoolin'?

I'm on the ave cruisin'

Headed to the party and I'm hittin' everything movin'

That's some mad shootin'

Pocket and cash, you see I got the ave boomin'

Body in trash, I mean what kind of bag you in?

You don't give up that scratch then your hat fumin'

What's the nickel pack, pack, you can ask Hue and

When I put on a show I got these cats hootin'

What you put in the flow and how is that human?

Gat come with the extendo, your ass poolin'

I grab money out the window, I'm fast foodin'

[Verse 2: Dave East]

I had to Rollie the wrist, I put in the order, get hit

I come from the border, touching quarters, order be rich

Pull up in that foreign, my bitch so foreign, take a pic

Rather get money than lay with a bitch

Them youngin's that's with me, they stay with the shits

I do VVS so flawless

These rap niggas so garbage

Put an infrared on that carbon

We taxin' niggas no bargins

Made a couple racks, that's a good night

When I took flight, first class

Porsche 911, that'll mrk past

That's Milly Rock in the 3rd Ave

Section full of bottles, I don't ever do the bar

I'm always in the buildin', them bitches know who we are

I'm smokin' on the finest, this shit look like a cigar

Hear you ridin' like Raiden nigga get up out the car

Goin' out my way to finally come up out that dark

I couldn't see no lights, livin' trife, me and my dog

Stop askin' questions, mami you gotta take it off

Liquor, weed, and molly, them bitches'll probably take it off

I don't know nothin' about you but I just chase the money

I went too hard to ever let a nigga take it from me

I'm in Neiman's rememberin' every day was bummy

Making pick ups in the projects, addicted to filthy money

The last bid, I promise I will put that work down

God bless the child that hold his own, let's go to church now

The devil on me

Hope you can dig it, I got a shovel on me

Hard for me to walk through detective's I got that metal on me

Meek already told you niggas in life it's levels homie

These niggas switch like the seasons, I'm feelin' better lonely

All by my dolo, Polo when I do fall gear

In public hard to get close to me, just know we all here

In one year I did a song with Nas, did a song with Styles

Did a song with Jada, give a fuck about haters

Did records with Wyclef, got a drink with Noreaga

Pusha T, that's my nigga

Adidas come in flavors

In the 'jects blastin' music, fuck all my neighbors

Havin' conversations with Trigger bout bitches and liquor

He told me go get the money and don't get caught up with niggas

Blog sites be on me, watch how I talk to these niggas

We was trappin'

Break the package, split it all with my hittas

11.99, dimes light up a forest on niggas

They ain't East