Verse 1:
Skinny n***a wit a problem
Hate to see that skinny n***a
With a problem
He gone get a big gun
That solve it
Doors only open
With that re-volver
Evolving I then leveled up
They bet he bluff
Grabbed the dope
He said enough
Real n***as
Our description
Pa**ing out a prescription
Your street physicians
Don't mean you bout it if you done it
You behind on something
You gettin money
Boy you frontin
Legendary
I artifact a booth
Royal fam swoosh
Who need a hoop
Hook:
f** them other n***as cuz Im down for my n***as (x2)
I'd die for my n***as
n***a I get you hit up
f** them other n***as cuz Im down for my n***as(x2)
n***a I hit em up
New slave n***as
Wit a new nousse
Facts on a beat
Yea thats full proof
You can banish
The king
I want the power too
But when simba return
These pussies follow suit
She follow Lat
She never follow you
Its his cla**
Its his moves
Its just how he do
Flow no spoof
Dope enough to boof
Since when he talking d**
He don't got a clue
You ain't know
We got them sleeves on the low
Got bagged with the weed
You know its green on the go
(well)
We ain't worried about it though
f** them other n***as
Hook