40 in the Playoffs

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch check, yeah
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch check, yeah

Uh, clean whip new chick that hit the hip up
I come through lacing your scene, I'm high as Big Dipper
Took a second to let my record just flex a nigga
If you ain't real I probably won't share a sentence with you

Break off, I just got today off
Watch Lebron dropping 40 in the playoffs
Ooh I'm good, my life ain't no Hollywood
I can never sell a record but recognize that I'm good
Aye I be flexing though, catch me in the moment
Speeding through your city like the whip I drove stolen
Holy moly what your neighbors told me
I came through smashin, blastin, music like your momma knows me
Young OG, in the making, it's like something told me
You either die trying or resent flying forever homie
But you know me, ay
I give 1000 CD's and give them out as freebies
And, thug around in black tees
Take side chicks to Wendy's, oh fasheez
Aye I be, three hours deep
You just clocked into your shift, I'm back from lunch with the team
I hope you, yadidimean
While I pop on your screen
While you with your main nigga thinking that we was a thing

Aye ima be here for a minute
Aye look I own that shit, it ain't rented
Aye ima be here for a minute
Aye, we heard you talking shit everyday
Aye boy ima be here for a minute
All of them boys is riding
We ain't looking for no trouble, so trouble ain't got to find us
I'm high, I'm lit, I'm zoned, I'm owned, I'm throwed, I'm owed, I'm bold, I'm cold
You all already know, fasho

This rapping is lacking, I'd rather sell weed
Aye is it back to charging you all 35 for the P
Aye is it back to Dixie cups with the scale in the whip
And be sneaking out back, so my momma don't trip
You ever been there, any who that's old news
Living my life through windshield, you still living through rearview
Believe it, heavily weeded
If I can't get it in moderation playa, then I don't need it
Aye best believe it, Jesus I been
Lately arguing, with niggas you know that ain't got it, so they just problem starting
Smart remarking, talking often
Same shit, different day to blog it
So you know we still popping like the month before August
Aye yo, we on it
26 and on my shit, my attitude has kick flipped to bumping real shit
I don't even need a hook nowadays
Only thing I'm worried about is what your book account pays

Aye ima be here for a minute
Aye look I own that shit, it ain't rented
Aye ima be here for a minute
Aye, we heard you talking shit everyday
Aye boy ima be here for a minute
All of them boys is riding
We ain't looking for no trouble, so trouble ain't got to find us
I'm high, I'm lit, I'm zoned, I'm owned, I'm throwed, I'm owed, I'm bold, I'm cold
Ya'll already know, fasho

Aye, I've been working too hard
Yeah, come take a night off with your nigga my nigga
I'm working too hard
Nine - five, one and two jobs
Aye yo, I'm working too hard
Come take a night off with your nigga my nigga
Aye yo we working too hard