1999 (feat. Danny Brown)
Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime
Bagging up a quarter back in 1999
Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time
What you doing for this 40 ball?
Bitch quit playing like you don't know the protocol
Pull up, paint look like bowling ball
Doing me, give a fuck about y'all
Put that on everything, swear on my blood
Stab you in the back when I give you a hug
Every other day I'm awake til the sun break
Writing that shit got 'em jumping like pump fakes
Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food
Tell it how you wanna tell it like the evening news
Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself
These [?] hard bottoms can't tie they self
You can feel by yourself, you don't need my help
Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself
Can't contain myself when we just gettin' started
And it's no time left, and it's no time left
Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime
Bagging up a quarter back in 1999
Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time
Fast-forward everything now I can't play
Turn boys into men in just one day
Shit movin' upstate like
Trying to pull in numbers like measuring tapes
[?] but I can't wait
[?] from Michigan plates
You can lose everything in a breeze in the wind
Say the sun can't shine til the darkness in
No shit Sherlock and put a stick in a pot
He ain't tell me that it's dinner, see you missing the plot
Every tick on the clock another step to the box
Know I'ma hit the lotto, [?] mark
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
Know I'ma hit the lotto, [?] mark
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime
Bagging up a quarter back in 1999
Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time
Bagging up a quarter back in 1999
Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time
What you doing for this 40 ball?
Bitch quit playing like you don't know the protocol
Pull up, paint look like bowling ball
Doing me, give a fuck about y'all
Put that on everything, swear on my blood
Stab you in the back when I give you a hug
Every other day I'm awake til the sun break
Writing that shit got 'em jumping like pump fakes
Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food
Tell it how you wanna tell it like the evening news
Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself
These [?] hard bottoms can't tie they self
You can feel by yourself, you don't need my help
Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself
Can't contain myself when we just gettin' started
And it's no time left, and it's no time left
Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime
Bagging up a quarter back in 1999
Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time
Fast-forward everything now I can't play
Turn boys into men in just one day
Shit movin' upstate like
Trying to pull in numbers like measuring tapes
[?] but I can't wait
[?] from Michigan plates
You can lose everything in a breeze in the wind
Say the sun can't shine til the darkness in
No shit Sherlock and put a stick in a pot
He ain't tell me that it's dinner, see you missing the plot
Every tick on the clock another step to the box
Know I'ma hit the lotto, [?] mark
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
Know I'ma hit the lotto, [?] mark
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
Do crime all the time with a nickel plated something and a pocket full of dime
Bagging up a quarter back in 1999
Give your scale a lil' weight, but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked, we on real nigga time
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Robert M Mansel
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