(Mama, Zachary makin' beats again)

Finesse the bank or make a song
Or a swing a door, that's how it go
Blood, sweat and tears, I got two kids
that's what I hustle for
You know damn well we did that first
I just ain't pressed to post
Four thousand a bottle on cough syrup
I better not catch a cold
He ready to kill about this ho, I never touched her, though
Middle of my hood, a tank top on, I got the muscle, bro
My teacher used to treat me like her son
she knew I was selling dope
I went to prison and broke her heart
I made it, she comment on every post
Me, Rylo, Veeze and Lil Dann The Man, we the Fantastic Four
How you wait this late to be a gangster? Nigga, you too old
Lil DT know I love his ass to death
trapped out his mama house
Lil D had went to prison
I still was hidin' shit in his mama house
Mack had died, that shit be havin' me sick
going to his mama house
How these niggas be claiming they run the city
but they don't be running 'round?

Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go, yeah
Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion
every day, it's coming, yeah, yeah

I'm tryna make a half a ticket (yeah)
I ain't trippin' if it ain't work
When you spend this type of paper
trappin' man gon' come to your door
They know we been had the ups (yeah)
nigga, bet' start keeping score
Fuck you gon' do with a plug?
Know these niggas pissy poor (let's go)
Bro came on a yellow truck (ayy)
Power plays all the way out in Milwaukee
they pay major bucks (ayy)
Never had a plug or sold a load? Can't relate to us (uh-uh)
Twin, get off your ass and take a chance
you'll probably run it up (ayy, get it together, nigga)
Yeah, okay (yeah)
Bro put the trust in the mail
dummy check done broke his heart (yeah)
I been taking hoes down by the twos
just like Noah's Arc (that no cap)
In the trap
tryna swing a door till the hinges fall apart (yeah)
Fine shit know I be gettin' paper
she want me pay for her car
Yeah, I lost Nick and two cups, then lost score
still ain't had time to cope (ah-ah)
Numb my pain with drank
run from my problems, got me beatin' the road
I got rich from taking risks
I turned up from flushing 'bows (yeah)
I been gettin' my game from Wham
ain't nothin' bigger than the 4s

Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go, yeah
Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion, every day
it's coming, yeah, yeah (now, now)

Racks bustin' out my pocket like a nigga won two settlements
White and red bitches on my dick, I went peppermint
Fish bowl when I ride through the city
lil nigga, I don't need no fuckin' tint
Clutchin' on that fire, wrong move, now you heaven sent
They don't even know I'm a rapper
but J still think I got glass on me
In the HOV lane, getting some neck, throwing up Zone 3
Nigga tryna steal my sound, make my young nigga
pull up, hop out, shoot you in the knee
All these boxes on the floor
I'm kickin' these bitches around like Bruce Lee
Uh-huh, yeah, huh, [broke Down lil Bro?]
fuckin' bitch, he don't need no fefe
Letter to my old ho, your new nigga'll never be me
Nigga be askin' for shit and I ain't
even been a millionaire for a whole week
I'm in this ho with bars, only 3 nigga that got this drop

Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke
I told the opps to let it go, yeah
Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred
Got addicted to the motion
every day, it's coming, yeah, yeah