Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Aye, aye, aye, yeah, eh [Verse] Either I'm ten toes deep in the shit, or I'm out of it I'll be smacked then put a boost inside my confidence When my posse should be doing something positive But we on a roof trespassing just to climb again Off the D-train, the cobble where I land Watch my two cents, watch em wobble in my hand One cent for the homies, I'm a model to my mans And it's sad cause I bottle all my problems till the end Wash my hands, palm dirty from the train door We work hard so wе could make more I see niggas tryna stunt with no money, watch еm stay poor Then reign a price or label, I could fake four We all eating from this table on the same floor And I be working out my brain so it stay sore Super Smash Bros. I just made it into stage four And of course I picked Kirby [Outro] Y'all already know I was gonna pick Kirby Seriously, no way I ain't picking him Pink Kirby, not the red Kirby, not the yellow one