Flowing like water, it all started in the cup
Gambling, put it up, we flip, say put it up
Wagwan, what up? You know what it is
Out the bottle glass, I shatter glass, breaking in
All woke, no crusting his eye, look again
City ghost dodging that quick road, high medicine
All high, she ain't broke, she ain't broke, that's big smoke
Troubling, motherfuckers swear they know me
I'm like, alright, you was there, you wasn't there
Niggas love to play witness
Worry 'bout that bullshit, you end up missing flights, stay away
Now you staying there, now you staying here
Niggas love to say they did it, I'm like, who cares?
These hoes don't sound right, I'm out the missile
But you flexing, riding, no lows, no ass
Get it how you can, my nigga, shawty, I ain't mad
I'm just riding, niggas comedians, I don't need to laugh
I already did
Playing cards, you can't show your hands
Money on the table, look again
Playing cards, you can't show your hands
It's money on the table, look again
I handle my business, I'm standing on business
I toss to my shooter, know the prosecutor
Wish he could cross-examine the witness
Drum on the Ruger, fresh out the slum, jumped out the sewer
In the trenches with them grinches that be canceling Christmas
Fiends begging me for pinches of that Doberman Pinscher
Want a credit to the fifteen, now they owe me with interest
If a nigga get found face down
This side of the Dike to McClellan, niggas know that we did it
Any hit get sent off, eight miles, six miles
From the Lodge to the 7, niggas know that we sent it
Plenty bands got spent when your mans got flipped
Any bands get spent, niggas know that we spent 'em
Ain't even gotta ask, nigga, 'cause you know that we clinching
To kill a nigga dead, my chopper got Covid symptoms
Heard they giving fed time for hundros and extensions
These niggas old school, 1300, Boldy a snitch 'em
Praying on my downfall, niggas be hoping and wishing
We slide with them Drakios and Nickelodeon switches
Product of the concrete from the home of the Pistons
Grew up in the stone jungle, I was rose from an infant
From '93 'til infinity, we soldiers on a mission
Send that bag off with wifey, hit the road with my mistress
Posted on the Hell block, big pole in my britches
My little brodie shell-shocked, he gon' blow you for flinching
What else?
Yeah, so I walk up to the table, I ain't bring him nothing
So I see everybody up there got stuff
On 'em, so I walk up to the table
(They ain't got no soy sauce on that?)
Nigga, I ain't put no fucking soy sauce in the bag, man
Yo, bitch, bitch, fuck the soy sauce, man