High Stakes

Hey yo

I put it down like the stakes is high, huh?

I hate a **** that sit around and just wait to die

I meet a bitch, then make her drive

Or make her fly with bricks and tell her, "Hit me when you stabilize"

Them the hoes that'll take a ride

That's why I barely date outside of my race like an Asian guy

I go broke, I'ma make a pie

Or turn the deuce in the 731s like it's late July

Huh, in the jungle with boy

I got my first brick, and treated it like it was a bundle of joy, huh?

Where I'm from it's a void

If you ain't buying at least one bird, you under-employed

I used to cop from the Florida boys

Now I'm ignoring noise while getting top inside a foreign toy

Bitch, your man is a corner boy

That only re-up with seven grams, we call 'em corduroy

Yeah, yeah

Uh-huh

You know what's up

Yeah

Y'all know how I got this shit?

I had to cop a lot of 'cane

If them shots, they're not exchanged

Uh-huh, our ride is not the same

Big Lamb' truck, 2024, the body not the same

And that's the old one, the baby goat like Bryce and Bronnie James

This my life inside a rage

Let me show y'all what it's like behind the stage

Because in rap, the pay cycle ninety days

Between that, the streets movin', most likely, I'll be paid

I need a brick, and theme music from the likes of Isaac Hayes

Droppin' pocket change for floor seats, the Lakers/Rockets game

Now we got a sports firm, look what a hobby came

Three bricks, and my nephew four, they both a toddler age

I put a block of yay in a blender while he potty train

I was good with one foot in, like receivers in college games

I'm the chief, I buy guns, and give pieces tribal names

Told the plug I'm getting close, on the way, I'm with Speshal

He said, "Bring a box of shells and a case of Modelo"

Yeah, and a case of Modelo

A box of shells and a case of Modelo