[Hook: Ritchie with a T]
How many trains will make that, yo
Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street
My n***a, like boom, boom, boom
I'm working on my third, you see
And you still learning about the birds and the bees
My n***a, you knew, knew, knew
We be up all night, just murdering beats
And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
Like boom, boom, boom
They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see
And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of me
Tell me like who, who, who

[Verse 1: Stepa J. Groggs]
Started making a name and now they knockin' it
Fuck the city up whenever we droppin' shit
Created a sound, they started jockin' it
Don't put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it
I'm not tryna make a scene
But is it still a scene if it's not heard or seen?
Don't worry about us, n***a, worry about your team
Tryna get this cream 'cause they say cash rules
And you know all of Parker's beats are cashews
Ain't nothin' but a thang, put bass in your- (coughing)
Put bass in your voice if you're gonna speak my name
Damn near 30, grown ass n***a
We a dynasty, word to Jigga
Rockin' and I'm rollin', drive it like it's stolen
No sick calls, bro, I always go in
Still bumping Jill, n***a, life is golden
[Hook: Ritchie with a T]
Yo, how many trains will make that, yo
Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street
My n***a, like boom, boom, boom
I'm working on my third, you see
You still learning about the birds and the bees
My n***a, you knew, knew, knew
We be up all night, just murdering beats
And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
Like boom, boom, boom
They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see
And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of me
Tell me like who, who, who

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
See, me, I ain't fuckin' with none of that chit-chat
That he-say, she-say shit about this cat
That "Well, I had heard that he had–," n***a, just get back
That old, White n***a saying, "See, I don't do the rap
Thing, but I can actually understand you, I dig that
And you ain't talking 'bout all the guns and 'you flip crack'"
Well, listen up, Baxter, well, see, I get that
But we won't agree on as much as you think, Jack
And then we got the old heads going
"What's up with the ghostwriting thing, my n***a? I don't get that
See, back in my day, you had to write and spit raps"
Isn't Ice Cube writing 6-4 a known fact?
They even put it in a movie, n***a, explain that
That's no shade, they ain't even try go and change that
And here we go back again with all that chit-chat
The he-say, she-say, n***a, just spit raps
[Hook: Ritchie with a T]
Yo, how many trains will make that, yo
Where you can hear a n***a lurking on the street
My n***a, like boom, boom, boom
I'm working on my third, you see
You still learning about the birds and the bees
My n***a, you knew, knew, knew
We be up all night, just murdering beats
And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
Like boom, boom, boom
They'll bump a n***a 'round the world, you see
And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of me
Tell me like who, who, who