90s Baby
You're going to do just what I say so
Everybody down lay low
Don't be no hero
Catch a facial
They're ducking so I aim low
I make this shit look not hard
These rappers not hard
If you can't sleep I got bars
For the fiends I got hard
Fumes of the loud my Jack booms
Like it's On Star
With some top dogs I'm sipping sizzurp
This that Wockhardt
Step in the booth and start sweating
This is Young Ev's resurrection
If I were you I'd keep a weapon
To defend with
The way I'm killing shit
I can't let them knock my hustle
Told myself no one's above you
Dog I'm really in my duffle
Hoes yeah I keep a couple
You're my bro
They'll fuck you
Fuck the P.O. because I ain't cuffing
Tell a bitch I'll never love you
Trap phone's a trac phone and it does back flips
Let this mag clip make this mac kick back shit
When I serve you for the first time
Hit that shit
Right in front of my face
Or your ass is getting clapped quick
Get them bricks and make them disappear like magic
I'm balling like I'm Magic
I'm balling like the Magic
Rest in peace to Wopo
Now the Burgh done turned to madness
I'm feeling like I'm being followed
Strapped up with my ratchet
On some next but never last shit
Some best they ever had shit
I'm snapping on this track
A young one didn't add no ad-libs
I'm a fucking dog
I'm not a wolf but my dad is
I'm Le'Veon against the Colts
Running shit like Madden
Up on Locust Street or sixth
Or M block with that package
I'm really living when I rap
I practice what I rapping
I'm plugged in with Diego
All I need is a say so
I'm not no snap how are you going to say so
Bro
I sold crack to your main hoe
And how can she be mad when last year
More than half the squad smashed on her
You're going to make me spaz on them
But I'm passed my past passing dimes
Steve Nash on them
Want a foreign
200 dash on it
Do the dash on them
I was trapping in the rain
Nobody feeling my pain
Used to get bread hitting stains
Now I just stay in my lane
Watching all these people change
But I ain't switching over fame
I ain't switching over fame
Lot of gas in the game
Smoking dope on the reg
I be balling like Wade
Put a diamond on my fang
Eating putting on the gang
Bell how I run the game
Want a Rolls Royce Wraith
I could settle for a lamb
I don't want a mustang
My flow hardened no James
Really getting in the game
Dunking on them like James
Better yet like Tatum
I've been out here making plays
Everybody down lay low
Don't be no hero
Catch a facial
They're ducking so I aim low
I make this shit look not hard
These rappers not hard
If you can't sleep I got bars
For the fiends I got hard
Fumes of the loud my Jack booms
Like it's On Star
With some top dogs I'm sipping sizzurp
This that Wockhardt
Step in the booth and start sweating
This is Young Ev's resurrection
If I were you I'd keep a weapon
To defend with
The way I'm killing shit
I can't let them knock my hustle
Told myself no one's above you
Dog I'm really in my duffle
Hoes yeah I keep a couple
You're my bro
They'll fuck you
Fuck the P.O. because I ain't cuffing
Tell a bitch I'll never love you
Trap phone's a trac phone and it does back flips
Let this mag clip make this mac kick back shit
When I serve you for the first time
Hit that shit
Right in front of my face
Or your ass is getting clapped quick
Get them bricks and make them disappear like magic
I'm balling like I'm Magic
I'm balling like the Magic
Rest in peace to Wopo
Now the Burgh done turned to madness
I'm feeling like I'm being followed
Strapped up with my ratchet
On some next but never last shit
Some best they ever had shit
I'm snapping on this track
A young one didn't add no ad-libs
I'm a fucking dog
I'm not a wolf but my dad is
I'm Le'Veon against the Colts
Running shit like Madden
Up on Locust Street or sixth
Or M block with that package
I'm really living when I rap
I practice what I rapping
I'm plugged in with Diego
All I need is a say so
I'm not no snap how are you going to say so
Bro
I sold crack to your main hoe
And how can she be mad when last year
More than half the squad smashed on her
You're going to make me spaz on them
But I'm passed my past passing dimes
Steve Nash on them
Want a foreign
200 dash on it
Do the dash on them
I was trapping in the rain
Nobody feeling my pain
Used to get bread hitting stains
Now I just stay in my lane
Watching all these people change
But I ain't switching over fame
I ain't switching over fame
Lot of gas in the game
Smoking dope on the reg
I be balling like Wade
Put a diamond on my fang
Eating putting on the gang
Bell how I run the game
Want a Rolls Royce Wraith
I could settle for a lamb
I don't want a mustang
My flow hardened no James
Really getting in the game
Dunking on them like James
Better yet like Tatum
I've been out here making plays
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Stewart
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