Mix jeans, pocket full of mixed greens Big team, yeah them bitches cheerlead Came through in the clutch, hit the last shot And you was on the sideline like a mascot
West side Twist it up, no I wasn't rich, nah Back then when I was gettin' kitchen cuts But right now it's Dita frames when you picture us See unique, Rolex, they same clothes, same hoes Everywhere that I go, I think I seen 'em all Bunny ranch, ran through and seen 'em all Key the car, sound just like a dinosaur Martin Luther, I got everything that you was fightin' for Underrated but I'm overpaid, puttin' in overtime This shit ain't happen overnight My nigga Nijah know the grind All my chains is shoulder length And all these bitches show me love And most these niggas broke as shit I got broke-nigga-phobia
Go green, nigga, ain't shit that we stoppin' to I'm tryna ball like I'm fresh up out the locker room I came through in the clutch, hit the last shot And you was on the sideline like a mascot
I got a bitch in the back who only listen to me She only post up selfies, she don't post up memes Might twist me a Swisher, but don't like Backwoods I light it up, it got me feelin' like a lamp in the plug Just put the ash in the cup, you couldn't ask me enough To get my act together, I'm just still as real as I was I might not pick up my phone And let that hotline bling on you Catchin' feelings like Prime Time, Neon Deion Speed on the track, and this year's never the pre on Feet on the dash but never on the table I eat on We on a career high, man it's lookin' Korean Hundreds in the building, Summer in the Winter