[Verse 1: Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddlin' 'caine
In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no
Cause it's a poor man's drug, and I will never give love
To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was
Martin had a dream, n***a, I did too
To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoop
So, I took a tip, after all and hit the strip
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, "Never get high on your own supply"
Especially if you plan to leave this hood bitch rich
Reminiscin' on my past, damn it brings me to tears
See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear
Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rockin' the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch me strip naked, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feelin'
Off that needles warm embrace, in a sexual healin'
This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feelin' great
Watchin' my pen noddin' off, spillin' words out on the...

[Bridge: Littles]
I'm scared to love you, 'cause you remind me of my past
Baby, you gotta trust me, 'cause I got a girl, and you got a man
I don't want you to judge me, I just wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me
[Verse 2: Khalid]
Ayo I live by the rules, trust nothin' in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile, she be waitin' to flirt
With a next man, a next hand, up under the skirt
Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the draws
While you home sleepin', she creepin', you thinkin' it's yours
That's just how women is, I reminisce
On when I had to learn from experience, why they call you a bitch
And I ain't the best, but I ain't never denied
Tell me what n***a, flow sicker, spit shit better than mine
The plot dope on these tracks, you get federal time
You get your wig pushed back, that clap metal with mine
I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, n***a
With this track, a broad, with a pack, before I peddle a dime
Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage
But it's awkward, it's ass-backwards, they still spinnin' your garbage
It's me, blunt; the artist, y'all n***as is garbage

[Verse 3: Planet Asia]
Sweat jackets velour, rap money lookin' like crack money
Relax, money, n***as, it's raw, sweet aromatic
Backwood, fanatic n***a, this is Cali
Vigilante's tattered, in wife beaters and khakis
I'm takin' over, 'cause y'all, cookin' too much bakin' soda
B12, rock sellin' n***as vacation's over
Medallion's guaca', only rock a three piece suit
We're never holdin' case the cops try to stop us
My henchmen behind me, in black Benzes with big toppers
Get up on my life, n***a, the kid's proper
Wrist glint, the big shit, cult-followin' fans be vixen
This is grown man business, pay attention
Or lay your position, fuck around and have a fatal collision
The moment where you should of made your decision
I made it, I'm livin', I'm paid and I'm winnin'
From the aid of my wisdom, I created a system