(Intro â Dj Clue and Fabolous) Yeah, live from the 718, world-famous Dj Clue Desert Storm, that kid Loso You know how we do every Friday, right? Put them streets on fire Break that f**king Internet, let's get it I wish ni**a's would stop huffing and puffing Word, and just blow the f**king house down already Yeah, let's go
(Verse 1 â Fabolous) When you think of me, you think of the nicest My slow flow's a modern-day crisis these freestyles are priceless All you gon hear is God damns and Jesus Christes While these 90s beats become religious sacrifices Rap game's Isis, studio terrorism Lira Galore came through, helped me with the lyricism These is hard bars, type you only hear in prison Swag rap got you blind, this s**t I'll clear your vision Grass cut low, so you can catch em being snake Cause everybody real 'til you catch em being fake And I write my mean sh** when I'm in a nice mood And Friday's ain't been this good since Ice Cube's See, behind every nice dude is a monster They say, Behind every bad bi**h is a sponsor Just remember that this time could be your last time That's why I'm out here rapping like it's my last rhyme So, stop complaining and get in your swag In other words, get out your feelings and get in your bag My ni**a, your biggest problem is you care too much And you always around, you be there too much And it's, F**k what you heard cause you hear too much You just a looking ass ni**a and you stare too much And over here we don't care for such It's so real, shorty still hop in and be like Here's your dutch And now we rolling, blowing Cali in the whip, styling She acting like it's a molly and her s**t smiling She ain't listen, she probably in the whip wilding Sucking like it's the Kylie Jenner Lip Challenge Uh, play off game on the seventy inch And I'm the type of player that never get benched Bi**hes wanna hang you, never the lynch I'm trying to live this dream and never get pinched Just something 'bout my s**t, I got it figured out Bi**h, I don't need your number, I'm seven-figured out Nowadays, it looks like talk is all these ni**a's bout Seems like the smallest pockets always have the biggest mouth And being broke is a joke, I know I shouldn't laugh That's why I come for everything they said I couldn't have Before I go, only thing I want to mention is Money ain't the root of all evil now, attention is
(Chorus â Fabolous Chilling, sitting in a Ghost, quarter million While all these ni**a's acting jealous in their feelings Next few years, I'm a stack it to the ceiling All for the love and keep killing, yeah
(Outro â Dj Clue) Dj Clue, Loso, uh-huh Live from the 718, ni**a Those murder bars, fuego