[Verse 1] I was nodding my head to your style 'fore you took your first breaths You still taking your very first steps with this rap shit I'm past that I'm out in traffic, exchange the paper for the plastic We needed some Glad Wrap for the bodies I'ma lay down I be with playwrights, nah we don't play 'round Where we hear action, improv niggas all up in my faction And we don't know no fiction, only facts Whole numbers, we ain't doing fractions You niggas capping What you pillage? You know Cappadonna? Claim pimp, you jump ship if a mac was on ya Talking loud, we can't smell no pack on you, I do not believe it Chest out, but you dry heaving And you couldn't even try leaving Bite marks on your neck Sucking dick for respect You would flip for a check I ain't never fucked with Jesse White Politicians is politicians My nigga, miss me with the politicking
[Chorus] Scoop up a nigga 'fore he learn the ropes Take from that nigga when he look away Working real hard, he gon' earn his broke Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Take from that nigga when he look away Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
[Verse 2] Flipping shit like spatulas I'm talking six months in 'fore I knew I was fucking with Dracula Immediately withdrawn I watched them niggas you pissed on Two weeks prior was kissing they ass Couldn't even tolerate you twisting the grass Hit it and dash Like, if it ain't the gas, I'ma blast, my g Stay in a cut 'til it's a gash, my g From out south, done seen whole lot of blood, like my ass YG Guard down, dodging blows Ali-esque Tryna' drop the waters, I'm just getting my feet wet with the business Who knew I'd be in bed with the snakes Taking off, and I'm already on my breaks Ain't seen no cake yet with chains on They tell me that that's just the brakes So I copped a chainsaw I'm on my Leatherface now Like, fuck your pepper spray I do it way too fly for featherweights And almost Kyrie'd when I hesitate Know this shit gon' resonate I just put my ten in a collection plate and pray about it It really ain't much else to say about it I'm on my drug dealer chic Moms got the pocket rocket I just copped a old school to roll through the streets Now I'm plotting on 26 acres, fuck a lease Tryna' raise a pack of dogs, fuck a leash I be with my bitch, she be on her shit And she keep me on mines I don't own no watch to keep me on time Know exactly where I'm supposed to be I know exactly who this close to me I know my wrist is exact Fuck a list, even when I'm doing grocery shopping Crisco flow boy, I'm supposed to be popping And damn near wavy as the ocean beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.