Lyrics

[Intro: Derek Luh] Yeah, 13th Real shit What you, what you knowing lil boy? Look... [Verse 1: Derek Luh] Still ain't playing when I say the labels pay me enough Let's take it back to the faggots who ain't banging my cuts What? The band need some aid? I think these gauze is enough An ace with the racks, my joints hardly get touched I used to fight back home, one on one and get jumped My older homie told me "you gonna show some pride with them lumps" A man handle what he can, keep it private and tucked The man handed you a gift, has you been writing or what? I understand you want this shit, then you best tighten it up I always wanted checks from the right checks but it's tough It ain't easy when them Yeezy suede ostrich odds D might just do it and take them Adidas [Verse 2: Mark Battles] Million dollar women, low budget spending Life segregated, keep you niggas at a distance Who you think you kidding? Purring like a baby cat It's the nigga with the crazy raps, pray to God I make it back They used to hate me, now they love me She really wanna call me hubby But I'm single like a dollar bill Prompt, I ain't got time to chill Grind, I ride for real, defined by a lot of skills They all talk, so lately I be yawning She drain my balls like Brady in the morning I'm going in, these fools is enough You niggas suck, like your boo-boo in the back of my truck [Outro: Mark Battles] What? It's Battles nigga Until September Hahaha It's Fly America