The Way I Was

Cities that floated, I created

And brother, you as is hated

That's the reason you were made

And that's the reason you'll never make it

Think it's time we face it

We better, brother

Puttin' words and letters together

We in another

World when we spittin'

My verse is half written

I'ma squeeze in even if I don't fit in

Me and TKO, yo, knew we at large

Rappers gettin' mula, we cuttin' they're grass

Wear your different braid

Best believe lyrics what I brave, poetry

Ever since I smoked buds from the poetry

I'll be spittin' buzz, sippin' on a fuckin' JD

With a crowd around me at a party

Turn the couple roundies, spittin' Farsi

Put in that poetic, you with it

I ain't got it, I'ma get it

I ain't stoppin' till I got it

These other rappers are shocked

And that I know we top 'em

Till we wanna knock 'em out

It's killin' me to watch 'em

But I know we takin' over

Down on a couple dingers

Got me a couple steps closer

Brains kidnapped when you gotta push, bra

I ain't stoppin' till I'm cruisin in the Rolls with a chauffeur

'Cause that cash rule everything around us

Young, dumb, drunk in the streets where they found us

Bud stashed in my deck, spittin' loud, cuz

'Cause that's the way I was, that's the way I was

'Cause that cash rules everything around us

Young, dumb, drunk in the streets where they found us

Bud stashed in my deck, spittin' loud, cuz

'Cause that's the way we was, yeah, that's the way I was

New comers on the come up

We the best prowlers, be honest

Don't care who's been here the longest

TKO won't cure the monsters

'Cause I'm drinkin' till I vomit

Like I just got out of lock up

How the fuck you gonna stop us

We the cunts that do it proper

Woke up with marker, fine

Look, how the fuck you doin', cunts?

Here's a track to get your party pumpin'

Till the morning comes

These other cunts, they fall in line

We marchin' to a different drum

You think we're fuckin' burnin' ya

The four eyes only just begun

So grab a bottle, raise it high

We drinkin' through the fuckin' moment

How much of these cunt's you think they earn?

Give me the fuckin' diapers

Puffin' on the chronic, bra

Of course we puffin' on the best

Swing back your fuckin' bangers, bra

From New York to Sydney west

We back on that old school

We bringin' that brand new

'Cause most of these old schools

They can't do what we do

Get down and make moves

'Bout all that speaks true

Fuck with me, son

Guaranteed I'ma show you

So pump up the bass

'Cause and cruise through the backstreets

Pump out these speakers

When goin' to drug meets

Pumpin' it all loud

And tell the judge, suck dick

It's TK and Curvy

We burnin' your payments

'Cause that cash rule everything around us

Young, dumb, drunk in the streets where they found us

Bud stashed in my deck, spittin' loud, cuz

'Cause that's the way I was, that's the way I was

'Cause that cash rule everything around us

Young, dumb, drunk in the streets where they found us

Bud stashed in my deck, spittin' loud, cuz

'Cause that's the way we was, yeah, that's the way I was