Stones up on the neckpiece Nyame on the bracelet Fucking with my circle that's an, automatic facelift Niggas still complaining bout, everything they don't make Don't need a studio muh fucka, this shit Homemade Tryna blow up faster than, however long the sun take And that's one take I got you niggas jumping like pump fakes Drive be at a hunnid like I cut off all them front brakes Lotta shit to do so I been spitting on these drum breaks Ready when them hating niggas hit Man they steady on that, heavy on that faking nigga shit That done stuck with us My boy got 10k in a check, keep it a buck with us Stiff like a pain in the neck See you don't fuck with us Home not where your heart is Love not where your head be Could've stuck around but niggas folding like a bedsheet Don't care about no ten toes, imma need like 10 feet Two door coupe, these songs ringing like a deadbeat