[Intro]
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
This that 1970, shoot up your vain flow
Watching Ryan O'Neal sniff powder and push dope
I'm a westside n***a, Kobi Briant [?] n***a
Gotta watch my back, from all the devils and gunsmoke
I don't dress like a [?] but I'm that n***a fo damn sho
Even though I got my bag, I'm in the set in a Lambo
Comfortable as a bitch, [?] with her [?]
I don't fuck around with rappers, n***as pussy like [?]
Might rob me a n***a just for fun, I'm an asshole
Even though I don't need the bread or chain, I don't rock that
I could tell that n***a scared, by the way that he talks fast
Damn, [?] this shit hurt bad

[Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy]
Homies at the turnstyle selling swipes
Hellish life, uncle off that blade, we taxing [?]
Jerry Rice, 80 for that Katie and it's Betty White
Goldеn girl, suck us out them [?] like she Kеlly Price
Kushing for the pushing, that body made of better life
Chipping pepper, spreading cheddar out, might chef the slice
Rotten apple, growing senseless, [?] stopping [?]
Me and Adams moving restrictions in this jurisdiction
Jury duty, wanna miss it, but don't want a ticket
[?] warrant, I'm touring, I might be a dipshit
Know the difference
Had a distance, I get double digits
Crossing over, stepping back, I feel like Austin [?]
Cross the river, it was winter, we in Winnipeg
In the flesh, love me for my intelect
Pocket full of [?] no internet
Took the label round the world [?]
Out in China, great China, nice plates
Nice dinners, I like nice dates