Intro

This for the time you saved up
To go and cop a leather jacket
Then rocked it so much
The buttons started wearing out the fabric

First time you got a cd
Opened up the package read the track list
Played it backwards til it got scratches

That classic head nod, hat all cocked to the side
Hand on the wheel for the appeal
As you maneuver the ride

First time you turned to hot nine
And heard flex drop bombs
Then play it back like nine times

This that biggie rocking izod
Im just tryna' help you get the picture like a tripod
Im the king of runnin' these baselines like bron bron

You better off writing out a plan
To bury your head in the sand
And wait for high tides
Fucking with my rhymes why try
They be like why Jah
You spit it so colorful like tie dye
I tell em' I have it magic wallah
I tell the truth like why lie why lie

She do it all for the gucci and prada
One night a the ramada
Im upstairs eating pasta
Like a mobsta' you wont touch
A dread on my rasta im top five
These niggas imposters