[Produced by La’ Tray & Dillon McCluskey]
Cookout
[Hook - Priddyboy Fev]
I never said we were the best, we only strive to be great
It takes a lot to turn nothing into something, sorry for the wait
We gotta keep moving forward while we pave our own way
Never forget where we came from
You hear it in everything that we say
Everything that we do
We putting on for the team
We putting on for the 502
I'm doing this for me
I'm doing it for all of you
There's a cookout in the Lou
Bring a friend and slide through
[Verse 1 - Dillon McCluskey]
Livе from the box, it's a cookout
The feds lurking so wе keepin' lookout
They think we sellin' bass, they think we crooks now
I used to play safety, now I run my own routes
And they was holding me back
Now that's a flag on the play
But ever since I linked with La' Tray
Shit ain't ever been the same
We had to change the wave of the ocean
I can't let distractions keep me from my focus
Rollin' through my old neighborhood
I'm still that man, bitch
Reminiscing on the past tense
Just reminds me that I don't need money
Just to prove I'm mad rich
That's some real shit
I've been through real shit
Hooked off them oxys
Was almost kamikaze
I'm just glad the fam got me
If they didn't, I'd be rotting
That's why I smoke
Because I'm stressed
And I show love
Because I'm blessed
It's Treez
[Hook]
I never said we were the best, we only strive to be great
It takes a lot to turn nothing into something, sorry for the wait
We gotta keep moving forward while we pave our own way
Never forget where we came from
You hear it in everything that we say
Everything that we do
We putting on for the team
We putting on for the 502
I'm doing this for me
I'm doing it for all of you
There's a cookout in the Lou
Bring a friend and slide through
[Verse 2 - Trapkingkai]
Yo
No cops, we let the block through
Local colleges pay me just for a walkthrough
Weed smell coming from the dorm hall
Can't find where it's coming from
Coming short like Archibald
Bet I'll ball
Golden State, better than Vegas
You already know where the state is, face it
Pepper dried up, got them singing like them raisins
So what beef this rib tip or raise him?
Bars hanging low in this chariot
Pull up a chair
Cause this throne, I ain't sharing it
From the city of fast bitches and big dreams
Niggas on the block with Hakeem
That's a big rocket
Over their shoulder like Raheem with no socket
Been good with the raps man, I'm Big Poppa
Get me, no bitch nigga with me
Before the dollar, I was smoking 50
[Hook]
I never said we were the best, we only strive to be great
It takes a lot to turn nothing into something, sorry for the wait
We gotta keep moving forward while we pave our own way
Never forget where we came from
You hear it in everything that we say
Everything that we do
We putting on for the team
We putting on for the 502
I'm doing this for me
I'm doing it for all of you
There's a cookout in the Lou
Bring a friend and slide through
[Verse 3 - La' Tray]
Cool, calm and collected, how I roll when I'm cruising
I came from years of stressing
And setbacks were pursuing
Overcame every obstacle to stop me from moving
On the block with them shots and them sirens are soothing
'Til the wicked, I'm sick and battle surrendered to pain
We just mimicking history with a pocket of change
I've been fighting this misery with a bottle of Jack
Top it off with a spliff, smelling like lemon meringue
I'm just catching the vibe, you niggas zombies
Always slumped and we looking alive
Passing spliffs 'til the roach, cooking bangers to fry
Rillo guts getting dumped to replenish the high
Fellow smokers clicked up, matching clouds in the sky
Five-O taking rides, through the hood of the skies
Never deceive any streets, I just lay low as my eyes
Survival got me contemplating trying to decide
If I'm dying to live or just living to die
[Hook]
I never said we were the best, we only strive to be great
It takes a lot to turn nothing into something, sorry for the wait
We gotta keep moving forward while we pave our own way
Never forget where we came from
You hear it in everything that we say
Everything that we do
We putting on for the team
We putting on for the 502
I'm doing this for me
I'm doing it for all of you
There's a cookout in the Lou
Bring a friend and slide through
Market
[Verse 1 - Dillon McCluskey]
I pick that bitch up on Market
No money for Uber, she TARC it
She make me go long, Bret Farve it
Pick that hoe up for the yardage
[Verse 2 - Hxvse]
Yup, and I'm sippin' on Wockhardt
Your bitch fuck me like Lisa Lockhart
That bitch got me on rock hard
Oh, she fucking a rockstar
[Verse 1 - Dillon McCluskey]
Oh, she fucking a rockstar
Heavy metal in the back of a cop car
Yeah I've known you for years and you're not hard
Trying to rap now, you won't get far
[Verse 2 - Hxvse]
Catch me in the back, I'm slashed
You fell in love with a bitch but she's trash
If a nigga want beef, I'll spaz
Bust 17 shots in his ass
[Verse 3 - Yugen No Kami]
Take 17 shots 'til I, uh
17 shots 'til I crash
Man a nigga actin' brash
Man a nigga off the tab
[Verse 4 - Priddyboy Fev]
Aye, I don't be off the tab
Bitch I drink on the tab
When they show me the tab
I just go and hit the dash, eeee
[Verse 3 - Yugen No Kami]
Phoenix rising out the ash, man
Why these niggas acting brash, man
Had to put him up a blast, man
Had to go and get the bag, man
[Verse 4 - Priddyboy Fev]
All these niggas on ass
I'm just bout this fucking cash
I get the bag then I'm dippin'
I get the bong then I rip it
That's it
