Yeah 5X

Three

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah

You recording?

If they wasn't pressin' record, I'd probably be pressin' the tail button

Yeah, hustlin', I'm from where them young **** ain't scared of nothin'

Ten years ago, drinking Tussin

Noddin' off all in public

Drive-by's in broad daylight

It's ringing like a concussion

Thuggin', quick to tell her that I love her

Knowin' I just finished fucking

Dick smellin' like a rubber

Just like Mel and Danny Glover

Got caught with several lethal weapons

And you can check my deposition, listen

Look, them streets ain't for you

They against you, need convincing?

They got most of my friends behind them fences

I was in them trenches

That's why I don't give a fuck about no mentions

Or no likes, or no comments

I got extensions

I had lost everything beefin', it get expensive

Kept a unit and wouldn't care if you wound up in intensive

No evidence for forensics, just barely ducked the conviction

Shed a thug tear when they said that buddy was snitichin'

Yeah, it's still fuckin' with me

Ah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Still brothers)

Three

Yeah

And I will still fuck Stacey Dash

Where I'm from, we'd rather die than let you take the stash

That ain't just a sack, my whole future's in that paper bag

That's how I feed my baby's, while my baby momma's bitchin'

I'm too close to the edge, it's best you keep yo distance

My uncle fighting addiction

My people fighting convictions

But I gotta go get it

No matter the conditions

Shit be overflowing, I'm just tryna find the lid

Being careful with the fire, tryin not to burn the bridge

And I will still fuck Stacey Dash

Spend a day with her crazy ass

You know fine hos talk way too much

I just wanna fuck her, and make her gag

And watch re-runs on BET

And reminisce on what it used to be

Then it's round two, I'm tryna knock that out

I might knock her up, I'm on a shootin' spree

On my block, they out shootin' teams

For just tryna ball with they movin' screens

So used to puttin' up bricks, you'd think I'm playin' for the losin' team

I don't sleep much, but I used to drink

Then I woke up and started chasin' mine

Took a look at my G-Shock and said don't rush it

Take your time without wasting time

Godspeed

Yeah, it's time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ay, Chris, wanna keep it goin'?

Fuck it

City to city, me Trip and my gun

Trippin' if **** try somethin'

Picture me in the kitchen

Yeah, pitchin', I need a Cy Young

Goin' digital, plenty **** still hit me up tryna buy somethin'

For my funds, shit, had to grind hard where I'm from

Yeah, 'cause he who doesn't hustle

Ain't entitled to a pie crumb

My **** beat a murder trial, to us that's called triumph

Live it to the limit, I'm just saying

You only die once

Pourin' out champagne for all the good **** that died young

And countin' down for Dotty

Been locked up for fifty-five months

Break down a half a zip and try to stuff the shit in five blunts

Riding lower, I don't know how I function, high as fuck

You can see the pain all in my eyes, 'cause I don't cry much

Well, you missin' more screws than me, if you decide to try us

'Cause you'd have better luck winnin' a gun battle with a high point

Fuck around, made the news

Look in the camera, I'm like

Hi Mom, your son's been making pipe bombs

And my favorite rapper is Dylan

And, and they think Star's the high one

Yeah

Step Brothers

I think this makes

Three