This shit was written ya know
Yeah, man
Slow it down now, uh
And take a look around (Yeah)
Dirty ghetto kids done fucking conquered the town
If you riding with us throw yo hands up to the sound, yeah
Don't you realize, these niggas telling real lies
I been here for all these years and this shit for the real flies
Back up on this rapping shit 'cause I still got a lot to say
I run my city, run my state
Cross country shit, you rappers late
I still think I'm dead inside
Hotboxing up in my grave
Jamming to some Gritt and shit
I still can't fucking behave
We was up in Summerbrooke
See white folks and please wave
Backyard big as fuck that's where I land my PJ
Dreaming still for dreamers so it's fuck you haters three ways
We was up in Nola with it, shit flew by like three days
In and out them BnB's I might just get a key made
You been on since so & so, bitch I been great since Pre-K
Too many niggas copying and they still on my pre-wave
I switch it up, dont give a fuck, I'm sober post three j's
'Member in them Pj's, we ain't have no pj's
Ballers and a tank top and a pistol where I sleep, aye
Middle school with all the tools, don't care 'bout what they teaching
My cousin died, it fucked my mind, don't care 'bout what they preaching
Need my ends and not a friend so fuck 'bout what you thinking
I'ma politician, optimistic, classified instinction
Woah, slow it down now, uh
And take a look around
Dirty ghetto kids done fucking conquered the town
If you riding with us, throw yo hands up to the sound, yeah
Slow it down now, uh
And take a look around
Dirty ghetto kids done fucking conquered the town
If you riding with us, throw yo hands up to the sound, yeah
I'ma work my ass off until they know what I do
And that's the world bro yo girl still approaching me too
My wife the baddest, ass the fattest so you know what I do
Offshore accounts and big amounts, my niggas know what it do
I got some Russians for discussions if you niggas want smoke
Potato barrel your apparel, turn that shit into rope
Niggas know I'm 95, big B on the coast
They say you look just like your brother, bitch I turned into Los
We was cooling, block party, ran up into some Locs
They say yo shit be steady slidin' cuz, keep staying a float
My face good, Ace Hood the way I'm giving 'em hope
In Miami with my family eating lobsters and toast
And I ain't even get started yet
You niggas think I'm here to bargain, I ain't hardly rest
I'm hardly set, I'm up all night you ain't recorded yet
You garbage bet, let's see who make it and who fall the best
Ya dig, yeah
Woah, slow it down now, uh
And take a look around
Dirty ghetto kids done fucking conquered the town
If you riding with us, throw yo hands up to the sound, yeah
Slow it down now, uh
And take a look around
Dirty ghetto kids done fucking conquered the town
If you riding with us, throw yo hands up to the sound, yeah