[Verse: Madhattan]
'Sup? Uh-huh
All that Gucci on your body
Don't make you a G
Y'all make believe
All my boys gon' make you believe
Came from dirty apartments
Now we makin' it clean
Told my bitch she a dub
Now she makin' a scene
Another quake but then she love me again
You get the picture like the Palmers
You can study the lens
I was made for Balenci's, but I'm comfy in Timbs
Shit, I'm drunk parkin' the M-Sport
That shit got me scuffin' the rims
Wasn't made to be wife'd up
I'm fucking her friends
Or getting top on a highway
A buck in a Benz
I got made off of crack fiends
Stuffin' they stems
Relationship with the streets
You get cuffed in the end
Raisin' arms like my daughter
Have you duckin' the limbs
It's still twenty in the Nike box
And ten in the Timbs
This is real Cops and Robbers
Y'all fucking pretend
This shit dope
Fans only fuck with a ten
Real shit