[Verse 1]
In the kitchen, oven open for the heat
Got my young, light-skinned hoe rollin up the tree
Wearin jackets in the house, its the Michigan way
Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner
Dope fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin
Homie mommys 50, smokin and still trippin
Still talkin shit with this Lucio
See my breath when I talk, but nigga, I aint trippin
But the landlord is, the nigga tryna put us out
Sellin all the samples, cant afford to give em out
Just copped a half tre, see my nigga tryna get it
Standin on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot
Needles in they arms just to keep the lights on
Shit, fuck around, be on hardcore porn
Tryna get this shit off, the winter, we snuck in
Wont live for anything, but might die for nothin
[Hook]
They want that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a whole pound
Might have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back
They want that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a whole pound
Might have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back
[Verse 2]
In the Cutty same colour as steak sauce
Eyeballed the work, but was just a .8 off
Vet in the game, first seat in the playoffs
Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off
Balmains fittin like a nigga went swimmin in em
Im waxed and Im shinin, hardwood floor
Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw
Lookin at the whore like what you came here for?
Glenwood nigga, heat on him, no stash box
Turn a gangbangers bandana to a rag top
Old head, dope fiend, cookin up the yay
Young boysll shoot your face for them Cartiers
Came a long way takin $3 for a nick
Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip
Now Im in the rap game, verse worth a brick
Fiends linin up for a hit of this shit
(And I reps that shit, right now and forever)
[Hook]