Reminiscin & Sippin

Uh-uh-oh

Aye these ****, tryna write us off(I can't believe that)

This shit in stone, how can you write us off?(it's jus us)

My brotha in kitchen, makin magic sauce(whippin' up sauce)

This shit a masterpiece, not a gram lost(Ain't lose shit)

I cracked, a whole lotta G's today(Umm Hmm)

I kept it real, how dare they throw hate this way?(I can't believe that)

When shit die down, I sit back, relax, sip Qua(sippin on bae, you see)

Reminiscin, when I was kickin shit wit T-Tay(T-Tay the goat, oh)

I jus been stayin out the way, tryna fill up a safe(fillin that bitch up)

Slow motion, beta then no motion, jus dump at yo pace(don't move to fast now)

You gone stumble a few times, you might fall on yo face(it's part of the game bro)

The streets Is what it is, shoutout Cam & Mase(them ****, be preachin tho)

Bro, I done fell off, a thousand times(thousand times)

In and out the can, almost lost my mind(almost lost my mind)

I wonder, when the fuck, ballin' became a crime?(it is not a crime)

And When I'm stressin in the streets, I need four lines(I need a four)

I'm da one, that made you wanna become a boss(psh that shit crazy)

100 of dem bows on consignment, I got the toss(psh, I got the toss yeah)

I give room, for a **** to run off(jus run off, bitch)

Gang ready to hit a fuck ****, wit the triple cross(ffft-ftt, ftt)

Now let me hear you say, ohh-oh-ohh

Swear, ima do whatever, to feed my folks(psh, I feed the fam, bih)

Man the streets get to real, beta save yo jokes(shh-shh)

I see the way yo bitch lookin, she tryna get poked(uh-uh, uh-uh, uh)

Presidential Rollie on, but I can't vote(psh, bling-bling, bling)

But I got that fire Za, that a make you choke

I ain't worried bout gettin' stripped, all the pistols we tote

Girl you know you talk a lot, but what's good with some throat?(girl, suck that shi)

I cracked, a whole lotta G's today(Umm Hmm)

I kept real, how dare they throw hate this way?(I can't believe that)

When shit die down, I sit back, relax, sip Qua(sippin on bae, you see)

Reminiscin, when I was kickin shit, wit T-Tay(big bro, really the goat)

I jus been stayin out the way, tryna fill up a safe(psh,psh,psh)

Slow motion, beta no motion, jus at yo pace(don't move to fast now)

You gone stumble a few times, you might fall on yo face(it might happen bro)

The streets Is what it is, shoutout Cam & Mase(shoutout them **** tho)

Pure Cociania, comin off the boat(woo)

Let them birds take a bath, and watch em float(dem bitches, float in' in dat water)

Stuff a bird, and a chop, in my bubble coat(yeah)

I know if T-Tay was here, he'll say I'm the goat

Even tho, I say he one(he is)

I dump 200 bags, and do a rerun(yeah, yeah)

Ima felon, but I still live by, thee gun(bah, bah)

Ima always make it happen, ion need nun(ion need shit)

Buss a million moves, they say yo boy hotter than, thee sun(aahh,hah-hah)

I'm backed up, juggin, in a Nissan(rrrrt)

Lil bro tryna lock up the boy, he used some Freon(what the fuck is you on?)

I'll put five shots in yo head, you fuck wit Breon(bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

I'm just gone sip six lines of Wock, and get my dream on(get my dream on)

Aye these ****, tryna write us off(I can't believe that)

This shit in stone, how can you write us off?(this shit in blood)

My brotha in kitchen makin magic sauce(whippin' up sauce)

This shit a masterpiece not a gram lost(we ain't lose nothin)