The Product

Imagine bein' broke forever (forever, forever)
Then you really count a million (count a million)
With your own two hands (two hands)
(La Musica de Harry Fraud) (Harry Fraud)
Hoffa, Pablo, uh

They sent my man up the road
He just got caught with some dope
Last week we was broke
Never cared 'bout the grade, was just lookin' for smoke
Could give a fuck about a GOAT (give a fuck)
I don't know her, but she already offered her throat (ooh, yeah)
Got this bitch drivin' the boat
It get cold where I'm from, so we Moncler every coat (Brr)

In the zone every time that I wrote
I live a life a lot of people jealous (a life)
We from the bottom, fuck is you gon' tell us?
If they don't kill us, they gon' probably jail us
I seen the ambulance and heard the medic'
Niggas get fame and don't deserve the credit (at all)
Baggies was on me, servin' every second
I be so comfortable in every section

Breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
Fuck her so good, she don't want me to leave (yeah)
I had to keep a trick under my sleeve
We at the Xannies, movin' like a Aleve
Stuck in the trenches, it get hard to breathe (huh)
Thirty thousand in a Nike box (uh)
Where I'm from, we never liked the cops (never)
Make the wrong moves, and your life is stopped (kaboom)

I tried to get it right out of the project (uh)
Bitches tellin' me I'm toxic
We had the trap lookin' like a moshpit (moshpit)
All you niggas do is gossip (that's all)
Get this money, disappear like I'm Hoffa
If we at the table, I sit like a mobster (mobster)
I go to sleep, in my dreams, see monsters
Wake up and go blow the re-up at Prada (Prada)

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (uh)
I can never be a sponsor
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor (fuck)
Kicked me up out of the court, dope, seen a lot of it bought (a lot)
A lot of the God, then I diamond the cross
A lot of 'em sweet, we gotta extort (we gotta extort)

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (product)
I can never be a sponsor (never)
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kicked me up out of the court, dope, seen a lot of it bought (A lot)
I talk to the God, then I diamond the cross
A lot of 'em sweet, we gotta extort (we gotta extort)

I hope that you trustin' me, seen the stash
We got enough paper to put in a sleepin' bag
Don't tell me, I seen they mad (I seen it)
I put diamonds on my bed
VVS's on my pillowcase (bling)
Always movin' like I'm in a race (uh)
Came with the 7-40's, like it's twenty to eight, that's any state (that's any state)
We was the ones that mother told you not to hang with (never)

'Cause we was always on some gang shit (gang shit)
If you ain't from it, then don't claim this (don't claim this)
I signed my deal and the first thing I bought was a stainless
Then I went, met up with Pooch (with Pooch)
I only had enough bread for my shoes
Livin' my life, I had nothin' to lose
The last place I'm tryna sleep is pine box (uh)

We would link up on dime blocks (at seven)
I started with fifty, my nigga, that's nine shots
My life had my mom hot (boom, boom, boom)
I pick and roll on any opposition
I was feelin' like John Stock, but these rhymes got (uh)
Move right up out of them trenches, I sat on them benches
Was feelin' like, "Why not?"

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (right now)
I can never be a sponsor (I can't)
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor (fuck 'em)
Kicked me up out of the court, dope, seen a lot of it bought (a lot)
I talk to God, then I diamond the cross (uh, uh)
A lot of 'em sweet, we gotta extort (uh, uh)

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (right now)
I can never be a sponsor (I can't)
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja (Pablo)
Middle fingers to your honor
Kicked me up out of the court, dope, seen a lot of it bought (kick me out)
I talk to God, then I diamond the cross
A lot of 'em sweet, we gotta extort (we gotta extort, we gotta extort, we gotta extort)

A lot of 'em sweet, we gotta extort (we gotta extort)
Pay up, nigga (Pay up, nigga)
Pablo, Harry Fraud, uh
Hoffa (Hoffa)
We gotta extort (Pay up, nigga)



Credits
Writer(s): David Brewster, Rory William Quigley, Kuzoian Michael Richard
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