[00:01.794] Yeah, yeah, Kane train
[00:04.620] Uh, mic check, check
[00:07.795] Yeah, mic check, check
[00:11.042] Uh, yeah, yeah, mic check, check
[00:14.268] Yeah, uh, uh, mic check, check
[00:18.387] Yeah, uh, nigga, check, check
[00:20.986] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:22.890] It's been a long time since I tasted
[00:25.925] Workin' that hot plate, cookin' in my homeboy basement
[00:29.330] And Lambo knocked the coke off the table, that nigga waste it
[00:32.664] I showed him the new straps, the AK with the green laser (Bing, bing, bing)
[00:36.125] I'm on some street shit, my baby mama tweet shit to stir up my haters
[00:39.848] I'm like, "Why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
[00:42.390]But **** it, that's life, it's what you make it, one day you gon' meet your make
[00:46.413] Kobe died, I swear a nigga might cry when I watch the Lakers, damn
[00:50.603] All our mamas would watch us, boy, we was neighbors
[00:53.105] But how you look a nigga mom in the face when you shot her baby? (Bow)
[00:56.607] I got skeletons in my closet, right next to Balenciaga
[00:59.592] Call me Fred DiBiase, garage is a million dollars, my nogga
[01:03.674] Yeah, it's just the way that God be plannin' shit
[01:06.578] I drop a load, I take a load off, that's load management
[01:09.859] And last lap, I dropped the ho off and bagged a Spanish *****
[01:13.086] Pulled out the ****, she snort the coke off, I'm livin' lavishly
[01:16.390] Yeah, Kane, huh
[01:18.650]Westside Gunn, Freddie Gibbs, Roc Marciano $500 Ounces Pray for Paris ***** nigga, you know what it is, baby, yea
[01:21.318] Told you from the go
[01:24.314] Told you from the get go
[01:26.541] You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta go
[01:32.440] Uh, ain't no Ls on my jacket
[01:35.121] The MAC-11 hit your melon and crack it (Crack it)
[01:37.248] Ain't no pads for that in that medicine cabinet (No)
[01:39.326] Can't mess with whatever's in that gelatin tablet (**** that)
[01:42.110] Ten metal fragments can flip your skeleton backwards (Flip 'em)
[01:44.408] All you seen after that was blackness (Mm)
[01:46.700] This ain't no backpack shit, he slangs half a brick
[01:49.668] *****, you need to ease back a bit, the trench has cactus pins (Ow)
[01:53.151] The seats in the Benz Lenny Kravitz skin, don't get your cabbage split (Tan shit)
[01:57.597] It don't matter what establishment, we in it (We gettin' shipped the **** out)
[02:00.307] Always get the biggest chicken wing, you don't get to eat on one onion ring
[02:04.064] At least a hundred Jesus links underneath the mink
[02:06.693] Yellow Bugatti look like a bumblebee
[02:08.924] Compressor on the front to muffle the heat
[02:11.350] The submachine gun, it come with the beam amongst other things that's unseen
[02:15.789] To run with me, you need sunscreen cream, see I'm covered in bling (Bling)
[02:19.412]Mother****er, ain't no shade, even under the trees where monkeys swing (Ah-ah-ah
[02:24.097] The m*******a money green, I'm runnin' the company like a drug ring
[02:27.553] Livin' comfortably off of gut instinct
[02:29.962] That fell upon me once I was done with the streets (Uh)
[02:33.180] You still scheme in public, P, let me bring you up to speed
[02:36.670] You get your wig spun like a tumbleweed in Belize, I get on the beat and bleed (Bleed)
[02:40.888] Sacrifice of livin' and bein' to please deities
[02:43.347] Them were VVs, flood the big Nefertiti piece (Ayo)
[02:45.732] I had the rusty forty-five, I had the MAC, too (Boom, boom, boom, brr, I had the MAC too, brr)
[02:49.192] You hang with a rat, you a rat, too (You's a rat, too)
[02:52.389] We used to chip in on the big, bag it up, that's my rent
[02:55.563] You take a shift, I take a shift, the feds come, raise my kids
[02:59.122] Take my phone, keep the licks goin', never bust a brick open (Ah)
[03:02.616] 12-12 baggers was baggin', flaggin'
[03:05.248] Rick Owens over pots, hand me some ice, he left the fridge open
[03:09.212] I'm tryna see my kids grow up, y'all niggas' ribs showin'
[03:12.627] God made light, Dolce Gabbana on my A-like day and night (Day and night)
[03:17.935] My young niggas'll take your life (Boom, boom, ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[03:20.954] East side niggas'll never change (They'll never change)
[03:24.260] Brick come through and spill your brains (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr)