Lyrics

[Verse 1: Xavier] Yeah Break bread with my niggas at the top, middle finger to the cops when I pull up in a coupe Nah, we don't even hoop, all black hoodies got us looking like a group Like K-Ci and JoJo, tryna ball till they make me the logo, put some trophies in the case and some in the safe and the flow is laced with the fro-yo Cold, ice, freeze, we from the lower degrees, we from the town where the streets are so quiet they probably know if you sneeze Bless, yes, I keep that mary in check, preachers get very impressed size up the comp and we bury the rest Always kept the shit a hun, back when we was in Hyundai, too turnt on a one-way, moonwalk on a runway Yeah I grew in the 90's, so the boy is All That, skinny nigga tall black, going at the ref, what you call that? [Verse 2: Trizz] Take control of the bankroll, switch francs and some pesos Paid show after paid show, paid dough and I made more In here if you ain't know, in the back 'til they say Go! Where we at we be laying low, give the fans what they paying for We gon' pull in the drop, we got' be doin a lot, we party and crash in the spot, smoking in public and swangin' a lot These niggas be sayin' a lot, don't really want it, being playing a lot I know I be swearin' a lot, that's why I be smokin' a prayin' a lot They gon' have to save me a spot, I'm one of the craziest names in the pot I get it these niggas be faking a lot, these niggas be hatin' a lot That jealously taking a lot, cause niggas ain't makin' a lot I gotta keep in the law, waitin' my turn to go straight to the top, nigga