[Chorus]
We don't run from the opps, only run from olopa
I'm in the cut with the hoppers
Long stick like hockey but I kick it like it's soccer
Going straight past the doctor
All them movies I wrote, fam, I shoulda won an Oscar
'Stead I was posted with the mobsters
Call me Carlo Gambino, lay a finger, that'll cost ya
Street sweeping with the duster

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, I ain't a whore, I'm a Horus
You be tryna off your pant by the chorus
Ten pack of Magnums and a Taurus
So either way I'm tryna knock down a walrus
It was never ever them, it was all us
You ain't never seen a glee on a tour bus
Had to learn on the whim, they never taught us
Had to do a little time when they caught us
Had a brick and a stash but it was stolen
Ten pins in this mash, we going bowling
I hate when man say we're fam and I don't know them
I hate when man owe you money act like you owe them
Shit was never ever given, it was taken
When I told 'em it was flake, it was shaken
It was frying out the pan, it's not bacon
Real natty dread but I'm not Jamaican
Six bills for the tee, she said "That's too rude"
But you could probably fit your re-up in a boob tube
I'm old fashioned, I ain't rocking with the new dudes
Buy a hammer then I search it up on YouTube
'Cause when you grew up where I'm from, you gotta rumble
Where they grew up with no dads, just your uncles
Had to move to the burbs from the jungle
556 hair trigger like Rapunzel
[Chorus]
We don't run from the opps, only run from olopa
I'm in the cut with the hoppers
Long stick like hockey but I kick it like it's soccer
Going straight past the doctor
All them movies I wrote, fam, I shoulda won an Oscar
'Stead I was posted with the mobsters
Call me Carlo Gambino, lay a finger, that'll cost ya
Street sweeping with the duster

[Verse 2]
They used to call me Lucky, they just call me Ace now
Used to give me cheek, now I got her face down
Had to walk before I ran, now I skate round
Hit you with this whole grain, you gon' stay down
Babe, I used to be a ho, now I'm wholesome
I'll still do your whole gang, that's a hosome
Hit a lick just to split it with my bros dem
Birthday cake on your block, tryna blow some
Four pipes on this whip, she getting two though
Then high fives out the door like some blue notes
Rappers act like they don't know but they do know
And when I kick suttin, I ain't talking judo
All them wraps that I sold by The Oval
Funny how I'm going global
Gotta stay stone cold, first they love then they loathe you
Front page or they vogue you
[Chorus]
We don't run from the opps, only run from olopa
I'm in the cut with the hoppers
Long stick like hockey but I kick it like it's soccer
Going straight past the doctor
All them movies I wrote, fam, I shoulda won an Oscar
'Stead I was posted with the mobsters
Call me Carlo Gambino, lay a finger, that'll cost ya
Street sweeping with the duster