Living proof
I got my wrist on check
Catier frames on flex
Neck that bitch on gleam
Rarri that bitch on scene
Shooters they ducked off
In a duck off them hitters
Them dough fiends
Pushing that track hawk
Make it Jay walk
Krainpaper like moe green
Jump off the porch
As a Youngsta
Swinging that Nena that thar thar
Slanging them slabs like a Rockstar
Krainpaper to the highest bar
Mr Reese had a loaded car
Lock and load on a home invasion
Got away got to count this load
Spreading straight hunnits on the
Diner table
No I ain't telling no fable
Writing in stone from the streets
I don't had big traps
On the map with it
All off in this city heat
Back then it was John doe
Zoe pound
Flum lmb
Deslock let them niggaz know
Out the hall with my hogs
Yeah it's me
Krainpaper like moe green
A couple bundles on the track hawk
Now the hood changed
Everybody laying
Licking them numbers on laptops
It aint the money It's about the opps
The game switched like a pair of socks
No longer posted on a block
Cause the beef heavy
Can't even walk
That be the shit bout these new days
Them old days and them old ways
Had the block jumping
With a line of niggaz all getting money
In they new jay's
Block party no gun sprays
Respect took a fooley long ways
Now it's out the window
Hoodies in the summer
Cartier frame stay out the way.
Catier frames on flex
Neck that bitch on gleam
Rarri that bitch on scene
Shooters they ducked off
In a duck off them hitters
Them dough fiends
Pushing that track hawk
Make it Jay walk
Krainpaper like moe green
Jump off the porch
As a Youngsta
Swinging that Nena that thar thar
Slanging them slabs like a Rockstar
Krainpaper to the highest bar
Mr Reese had a loaded car
Lock and load on a home invasion
Got away got to count this load
Spreading straight hunnits on the
Diner table
No I ain't telling no fable
Writing in stone from the streets
I don't had big traps
On the map with it
All off in this city heat
Back then it was John doe
Zoe pound
Flum lmb
Deslock let them niggaz know
Out the hall with my hogs
Yeah it's me
Krainpaper like moe green
A couple bundles on the track hawk
Now the hood changed
Everybody laying
Licking them numbers on laptops
It aint the money It's about the opps
The game switched like a pair of socks
No longer posted on a block
Cause the beef heavy
Can't even walk
That be the shit bout these new days
Them old days and them old ways
Had the block jumping
With a line of niggaz all getting money
In they new jay's
Block party no gun sprays
Respect took a fooley long ways
Now it's out the window
Hoodies in the summer
Cartier frame stay out the way.
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Hyland
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