Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating
Shoutout to my old school players
Where all my new school fools?
I know some let that deuce deuce shoot
I know some tryin’ to move through school
See it’s different strokes, different folks
Some niggas let pistol blow, some niggas don’t
A few might be dripped in gold, some niggas broke
That’s why hard is the only way I go!
Even then I was accurate, it was cake that I had to get
Went to work like a Spanish kid
Had to fire the management, lit up the cannabis
Then I got on that organic shit