Lyrics

[Intro] Amiri jeans, these my favorite ones I never wore Billie Jeans, no, that ain't my son If he ban't get a hundred cent then he ain't the plug The numbers ain't steady runnin' up then I ain't the one [Chorus] Amiri jeans, these my favorite ones I never wore Billie Jeans, no, that ain't my son If he ban't get a hundred cent then he ain't the plug The numbers ain't stеady runnin' up then I ain't the one My hеart turned colder than a deep fridge Are you in the mafia? That's what we is I'm always posted in the hood, I don't pretend In the water full of sharks, that's where we swim [Verse 1] I've been in and out of all these different bities, that's where Chi been I flew work in seven days a week, twice on weekends Had to take my hustle back to where it first began Cut the squares out my bircle 'cause I don't fuck with leeches Dropped out of school, but this street shit, I can teach it I was in the game, I was never in the bleachers I ain't make it out my class, but I'm bomin' out your speakers Now I pull up in the hood rockin' thousand-dollar sneakers Five hundred for a beat, fifteen hundred for a feature I was sellin' cent out from the motherfuckin' beachers Flyin' to Hollywood, pull up to the hood, wanna greet me This shit real life, this ain't no motherfuckin' TV [Chorus] Amiri jeans, these my favorite ones I never wore Billie Jeans, no, that ain't my son If he ban't get a hundred cent then he ain't the plug The numbers ain't steady runnin' up then I ain't the one My heart turned colder than a deep fridge Are you in the mafia? That's what we is I'm always posted in the hood, I don't pretend In the water full of sharks, that's where we swim [Verse 2] I'm the fuckin' best I ain't wounded, but I keep some ice on my neck I want it, I'ma buy it, I ain't lookin' for prices to check I'm on my shit and I ain't even at my finest yet I played the bards I was dealt and now it's my deck I love sippin' Barney, but a nigga still like Shrek They thought I was gone, but they see me bomin' right back I'm the king of pop, slide on a nigga like Mike Jackson I've been in the lab, no whitejacket And my bitch fresh as me, yeah, we like fashion It's 5 a.m., I'm still spittin' fire like dragon Droppin' fire everywhere like I light matches [Chorus] Amiri jeans, these my favorite ones I never wore Billie Jeans, no, that ain't my son If he ban't get a hundred cent then he ain't the plug The numbers ain't steady runnin' up then I ain't the one My heart turned colder than a deep fridge Are you in the mafia? That's what we is I'm always posted in the hood, I don't pretend In the water full of sharks, that's where we swim