1998

[Intro]

Yeah!

How you feel?

Great!

You feel alright?

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Wake up early, trapping late

Serving niggas by the gates

Shooting dice, I let 'em skate

Six and eight, they running mates

Getting money I'ma Baghdad

These bitches, they Kuwait

Gave my workers four pounds, told 'em bring me 98

Matching Fubu with the Bape, that was back in '98

20 dollars for the drank, that was back in '98

Starchy jeans and Screw Tapes, that was back in '98

Got a hundred round drum, hit your ass with 98

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]

Blowing O Dogs like Larenz Tate

Running your mouth like Crest Colgate

Run in your house, if I want I'm a take

Take everything but the sink and fishtank

My dick ain't free, I'ma make a bitch pay

Shoot a nigga up with the Mac 90k

Nintendo 64, we don't play 2k

Prank call phone, Motorola two-ways

25 lighters, got a pocket full of stone

Don't call my phone if you not a yellow-bone

I'm an H-town nigga, so I need Astrodome

Keep a deuce of the screw, double cup, styrofoam

Drop a lot of Molly 'cause I get it by the key

For the sherm heads, got the PCP

My boys go pop, I ain't talkin' Backstreet

My guns go pop and the bullets in sync

Stay comin' down, always Po'd up

Blowing Orange OJ, oh say Bronc-o

Drop a four with a bar in a p. soda

Jamming on a grey tape, got me screwed up

Round '98, I was seven 7 or 8

Bad then a  bitch I was in the second grade

Had a southside fade with four ways

Running outside fucking up my new J's

Right around the same time, I done sold my first bike

Sitting on the porch chillin' in the front yard

Go hard or go home, everyday had to fight

Whoop a nigga ass for some Pokemon cards

WWF x PAC went hard

Running round school telling my teacher to suck it

Momma used to whoop my ass real hard

Act a damn fool when I'm out in public

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Wake up early, trapping late

Serving niggas by the gates

Shooting dice, I let 'em skate

Six and eight, they running mates

Getting money I'ma Baghdad

These bitches, they Kuwait

Gave my workers four pounds, told 'em bring me 98

Matching Fubu with the Bape, that was back in '98

20 dollars for the drank, that was back in '98

Starchy jeans and Screw Tapes, that was back in '98

Got a hundred round drum, hit your ass with 98

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

Off a bad cop, and his rag top

Fuck a good cop, I've never met one

Stay tipsy like J-Kwon

Make the hood hop, I drop napalms

Stay calm I drop 8 bombs

But you feel that thump when that bass goin'

Every past sales we face thump, get so high, nigga face numb

My time money, never waste none

Shine coming, don't get sonned

The stakes is high, I got three supplies

Grill motherfucker till he well done

Get deep Fried, they sat Louis

Know my nigga Lex stay with the toolie

Flip a nigga ta-rantualas, turn rat niggas to ratatouille

Crooklyn nigga, know I had to do it

New York back, you know I had to prove it

Money is my slang, nigga, y'all niggas don't speak it fluent

Fact y'all niggas can't speak at all

One more word I'ma fucking lose it

Got a king size bed, don't sleep at all

So when your queen give it up, get the pussy bruised

Uh, her mouth stays glued to my dick and balls

I bust her jaw, until it hit the door

But don't trip nigga, it's still yours

Soon as I get to score, that's when you get the call

It's like a chain reaction, you fuck up, she back for more

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Wake up early, trapping late

Serving niggas by the gates

Shooting dice, I let 'em skate

Six and eight, they running mates

Getting money I'ma Baghdad

These bitches, they Kuwait

Gave my workers four pounds, told 'em bring me 98

Matching Fubu with the Bape, that was back in '98

20 dollars for the drank, that was back in '98

Starchy jeans and Screw Tapes, that was back in '98

Got a hundred round drum, hit your ass with 98

[Outro Loop]