[Intro: quinn]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse: quinn & Sade]
Grandad tippin' in a black Range Rove'
Couple days, couple nights, wear the same clothes
​Dead hype when I made my first bankroll, n***a
I was let into places that you can't go
It's just how the game go
These ATL n***as ain't never seen snow
(Didn't I tell you what I believe?)
Pull up on it just to watch her face glow
Then take her back to my crib and watch the same shows
I be tryna keep it cool but y'all be on some lame shit
And if a n***a got some to say, better say it
Don't you call me out my name, best behavе, bitch
Matter fact, I think it's best you crawl back in that cave
I don't wanna see you at thе function, let alone the raves
Really wanna keep my sanity, the hatred come in waves
I don't think I want another iPhone
Bad bitch hit me up, see what I'm on
Neck covered and that shit you shouldn't die for
If the plug tryna tax, I'ma browse Tor
Beat trash as a bitch but the song hit
Motorbike with the lights on some Tron shit
You was never on shit
You was broke, tryna save, tryna pawn shit
I want cash, otherwise I don't want shit
Is he dead? Otherwise, I won't squash shit
Money long like 'Br****
Product bad, think the trap house haunted
Trunk not in the back but the front is
Vivi bag, it's a purse, on some cunt shit
Keep track of the plays like a chain crew
Hella miles on the Benz, shit ran through
I'm a girl but I think I'm a man too
Buss a tre 'cause it ain't shit I can't do
I got beef, where my bitch? She got hands too
Shmackin' hard, you could tell that my rent due
(Didn't I give you all that I've got to give, baby?)
[Outro: Samuel L. Jackson]
Well, there's this passage I got memorized, Ezekiel 25:17
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will
Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance"