Real rap, peel back in the Mac black She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back Hoes in the telly on the late night Smoking real good, my eyes late flight She riding now, she tryna tell me where her heart was at I'm like nah, what the face like Yea, I'm a straight shot I'm a thorough nigga but I'm a great guy In a old car, a new paint job My crew ain't the squad, my new ain't... tall Who ain't talking that shit the ballers get with All of this shit is scholarship flow, I'm tossing free wisdom I'm aware that my artistry different I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things I'm living a life without trusting Yea, too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds The IRS, and a few broads Real rap, peel back in the Mac black She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back I'm a tell you where these guys staying, where they at Them niggas ain't fly, they can't rap Yup yup, can a nigga flow Yup yup, got a million hoes Yup yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those Yup yup, all the niggas go Yup yup, at a nigga show Live bitches at a nigga show Yup yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those Yup yup, all the bitches go Yop yop, nigga getting rich Yop yop, nigga bought a Six Yop, I, bought a spot on the top floor And my view from the living room, it go off shore Yea, yop yop, nigga on his tip Yop yop, nigga never slip Nah, hold up, wait a minute with that homie shit I was on my grind, you ain't never loan me shit I was on a mission, nigga you ain't never load a clip Hold up, you remind me of my old bitch Hold up, why you always on that ho shit Man hold up, got me talking 'bout some old shit So I get back to the money, say I'm acting funny Face everywhere, thank God I ain't ugly See him in the mirror, they say God is above me In a Porsche Panamera, smoking weed, getting skully Yop, so come get me if you want me Me and my buddy, leave shit real bloody Yellow tape on the beat, it's no wonder why they love me It's a whole lotta 'Gnac, not a lot to chase And the hoes in the back, they ain't tryna wait She open thighs and I'm close-minded This is Cashmere Thoughts meets North Face This is Iceberg Slim with some more game This is Martin Payne, niggas Pam James That's a damn shame, niggas without game Call them all the time, I call 'em any name I am highly respected amongst young dames Rolling up sour, bumping Sweet James, Jones G thing made G's, speaking G code On fire, make a riot be a free show Beat a beat up, get a couple knots I am nothing like these muthafuckin' other guys Them PR's sitting hard with them number nines In the fall, they be talking that the summer's mine