This for the time you saved up
To go and cop a leather jacket
Then rocked it so much
The buttons started wearing out the fabric
First time you got a cd
Opened up the package read the track list
Played it backwards til it got scratches
That classic head nod, hat all cocked to the side
Hand on the wheel for the appeal
As you maneuver the ride
First time you turned to hot nine
And heard flex drop bombs
Then play it back like nine times
This that biggie rocking izod
Im just tryna' help you get the picture like a tripod
Im the king of runnin' these baselines like bron bron
You better off writing out a plan
To bury your head in the sand
And wait for high tides
F*cking with my rhymes why try
They be like why Jah
You spit it so colorful like tie dye
I tell em' I have it magic wallah
I tell the truth like why lie why lie
She do it all for the gucci and prada
One night a the ramada
Im upstairs eating pasta
Like a mobsta' you wont touch
A dread on my rasta im top five
These niggas imposters