Headlines

Okay yeah
You know what's up nigga
"My team, living this American dream"
Not a fucking game, nigga
Machine bitch, Griselda, DJ Premier
(You no know this you no know this) look

I don't beef on the internet, I approach you
I ain't shooting five with a nigga, I gotta smoke you
My dog said his box just landed he got his load through
Drive by music, this shit he can pop his toast to
His chopper smoke and it adios you
My buzz bi-coastal, took the game over like I'm supposed to
I'm in position you cannot get close to

I got shot in my throat still got four classics at my disposal
And the bitches admire my ways, I was wildin' inside of a cage
Now I set fire to stage
Every verse recited is wave and I ain't writing a page
Hardest nigga out 'til I lie in my grave
Cook the white up in the microwave
You at work trying to get holiday pay, I'm on an island for days
Getting money like Big Meech '06
This Griselda, DJ Preemo shit, motherfucker

Ayo, rich Lord, poor Lord, read the Headlines
'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packing dimes
Coke spot I had at least hundred and a line
Sell another brick and we coppin twin fives

Ayo, out in Daytona, Rolex Daytona
Fiend hit it once, fell out into a coma
John Elliot, MAC-10s out the Rover
Might shoot 32 times for the culture
Niggas baggin' boy rockin' loverboy
Undercover neighbor turn the oven on
It only had two bodies, I put another on
We sold a thousand bricks after summer gone

Drive-in, the 45 with the potato lie in the right hand
Dyin', first them burglars flew on the high end
The prices won't drop unless you buy ten
Hopped out the Lamborghini Urus, it's like God fish
In my cell reminiscing when I used to time pitch
The rhyme sick, K in the
How you doin'? FlyGod
Same shit
Bigger bag, cocaine kill a man with the dealer tag

Ayo, rich Lord, poor Lord, read the Headlines
'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packing dimes
Coke spot I had at least hundred and a line
Sell another brick and we copping twin fives

I skip town with the money, my bitch the accountant
You ever try to board a plane with a brick in your outfit
You know I work hands-on, had to sit in them houses
Learned from real drug dealers, not from internet browsing
Who cooked the food in the kitchen that they fill in they mouth with
They had the West like Deion when he split with the Falcons
Look at me and see a vision of Malcolm, slightly grinning
But as long as we keep winning, I can live with the outcome
Drake had Rihanna, Mike had Madonna

But I just drove a few bricks through the Carolinas
It's true that they underestimate you when you're modest
So I'm fronting on them every chance I get to be honest, nigga
Ask about Griselda they tell you we the hottest
Flip whatever I can sell ya 'cause failure won't be an option
Yeah, I sowed a block together like a seamstress
And I lived to rap about it on some Preem shit

Ayo, rich Lord, poor Lord, read the Headlines
'04 me and Chine Gun was packing dimes
Coke spot I had at least hundred and a line
Sell another brick and we copping twin fives