Ol' Man 80zz
[Verse 1: 2 Eleven]
Yeah
No bleep 'til the bag made
Look at what The Land made
Fuck about no rap game
We don't fight fair and even then the lil homie got my back fade
Made my first 50K posting hoes on Backpage
That was back in '02
You just started seeing money in pandemic, you got catching up to do
Yeah, right hand man's a Bishop
Nigga, who really got the Juice?
Aye, niggas rap rich, let's see who really tell the truth, ah
Bust down freezing, it's the North Pole
Nigga press a button on the Beemer, I'm in sport mode
Got me a goddess, a rider, show her how to divide it
Yeah, she still down but she don't get none of the profit
OT with the cough syrup, that's a awful lot
Handy with them tools, little nigga, I'll cut your water off
Hollywood robberies, strip you for your Audemars
Let you buy it back, you little niggas know the protocol
[Verse 2: Trizz]
Aye, I been solid, stayed down for the cause
All I got is these pronouns and my balls
Look at y'all, broke and window shopping at the mall
At the stoplight your bucket 'bout to stall
Bitch, I ball so that bitch pick right up when I call, who tryna haul?
I was walking 'fore I crawled off the alcohol
Lacing up this weed, my bitch is all I need, uh
To keep it G, I still got tricks up my sleeves
On their knees after dark, I'm at the park with the G's, yeah
Tryna beef, you'll lose teeth like Lil Cease so take heed, uh
'Fore I make you niggas bleed
When I wake up I thank God I get to breathe, nigga
[Verse 3: Bale]
Authentic, can't do if it's less than this conversation
Ox and Tommy in the back of that Lexus
What type of favors you gon' do that's gon' get you respected?
It's the closest ones to you so you barely expect it
I rarely express it, fake smiles get you rejected
A lot of these niggas still die for acceptance
Posting guns on the net, couldn't survive with a weapon, yeah
Please respect the food chain, niggas wearing food chains
You ain't got no paper, don't suggest how I do things
These niggas getting bold, making shit difficult
Face stepped on a bird, now my nigga pigeon-toed
Cold feet before the mission? Should've left your ass at home
Like really, what you on?
You sold a zone and now you Corleone?
Like dawg, we ain't the same, portray a image through your camera phone
Working on my balance while I'm still bringing banners home
I need that date, just Amber Rose with the gold soul, Beezy! Nigga!
[Verse 4: T.F]
Uh, look, let's get you cleaned up
Clean that bitch up, baby
What happening, bitch?
Let's get you cleaned up
What I paid to beat the case cost a Cartier bracelet
Yeah I'm talking 'bout that little diamond, yellow gold paving
All my watches got paperwork, let's update the appraisal
I know growers worth millions and all they rock is Wranglers
1911 custom polish, look stainless
Yeah that muthafucka pretty but it's filthy as Vegas, uh
ErrThangSkanless, gunpowder my fragrance
Fresh up off a lick, spit sunflowers at Staples, I mean Crypto
Shout out to Big Crip Toe, 2 door Tahoe had the set jumping like '64's
Chip on his shoulder, ain't no questions what he a Crip for
Bloodshot eyes even when sober, yeah he's schizo
I'm tryna ball out like kick-offs, uh
Debating on buying this Frenchie, it cost a wristwatch, uh
Time is money, fuck a pit stop
And this feel like perfect timing, clear for liftoff, Killa!
