[Lyric] Rod Strickland (Mike Shabb)

[Verse]
My Glock spittin' true fire
Smokin' trees my crib smell like a campfire
My bitch sucky sucky vampire, empire
I'mma rule the world I had to aim higher
My nigga do the spraying like a train writer
Fuck is up nigga

I ain't clock out in a minute
Road to the riches may my glory be vicious
R.I.P. my brother swear my soul left with him
R.I.P. pops I swear my heart left with him
I miss my lil brothers too
Now I'm on my own swear I gotta go get it

AJ 4's these is limited, them Yeezy's cool
Tell ye I need my Yeezy boots
My baby keep telling me she want these Alexander McQueens shoes
But boo you know I love Raf Simons

I ain't never had an hero ima a real Madvillain
Crack kitchen, I'm pack flippin'
My nigga brought the portable stove, chopstick pot whip it
I got them blazers with me, Rod Strickland
I live the shit you see on tv you never saw friction
We not the same nigga we just saw different
And niggas dont get us cause we rock different

Talk different, walk different even our dogs bark different

Same shit different day
My esse brother masked up like Rey Mysterio
Fuck 12 I know they watching these days
That's why every move I calculate

[Outro]
These niggas tryna
These niggas tryna be
These niggas tryna do shit
These niggas ain't no shit nigga