[Intro]
Hella faded, but it's just another day, man
In some grey Vans and some Raybans
Word to Dre, fam, that's what's up
Keep it ghetto with the plastic cup
Man, you already know, don't ask me what's in it

[Verse 1]
The crew's authentic, the shoes are authentics
Or maybe old-school, you making no move
We got the type of shit that make your soul groove
Fiendin for bars, i got a few laughs
Posted up with my drink and my two-step
Heard I change, like there was a new Step
Those be the ones that never knew Step
Prolly catching me out chilling with the fans
Down for whatever, though, I don't usually make plans
I really meant bars, I ain't talking 'bout Xans
Wake your ass up or keep on sleeping where you stand

[Chorus]
Keep it ghetto with the plastic cup
Keep it ghetto with the plastic cup
Keep it ghetto with the plastic cup
Man, you already know, don't ask me what's in it
[Verse 2]
The last few years I've been really going through it
Getting outsold, my dreams, I pursued it
My girl said: "Fuck a check and just do it!"
Shows outta town and the words, y'all knew em
We been cooking up and we didn't need a recipe
Just lost another one, Prodigy, rest in peace
Finally got a buzz and you n***as can't have it
Out here making moves, while you fools look stagnant
While you fools look stagnant
Four years deep, no moves, you still rapping
Butt of the joke and everybody's laughing
Back to your job, your boys like: "What happened?"
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