Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, nigga (One two, one two, one) The Off-Season (One two, one two, one two, one) The Off-Season, nigga We off of niggas (Ayy, that's right) Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (That's right, ayy) Off of niggas (Yeah, hey, yeah) (Vocal up a little more, hey)
Uh, applying pressure Started my grind where crime festers And now it's showing like they in they second trimesters (Pregnant) That's why when nigga's throw a shot or two online I pay no mind to their benign gestures (Mm) Nigga, please, I got my mind on much bigger things to say the least My latest beat just sound like they was released by David East (What up East?) Verses hit hard, never pitched hard or played the streets These niggas whips hard, behind closed doors, can't pay the lease (Uh) Ain't nothin' wrong with livin' check to check 'cause most have to (I understand that) Instead of cappin', why don't you talk about being a broke rapper? (I don't understand that) That's a perspective I respect because it's real What it's like to be nice as fuck but got to stress to pay the bills That was me in '08, seein' no cake Not even on dates or celebrated my birth Just did the mental math and calculated my worth Shit crazy, didn't know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video (How many of us in here?) Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo Kojima, they tote steamers around the way we tippy-toe 'Round crack vials and cold-blooded killers, no reptiles Just projectiles, from niggas salty you rockin' the fresher textiles I seen best pals grow up and switch (I hate to see it) Sometimes over a couple dollars, more often over a bitch (Ah, I hate to see it) I can cap and say that I never scratched my jealousy's itch But thank God I conquered that 'cause if not I'd never be rich Envy, keep your pockets empty, so just focus on you If you broke and clownin' a millionaire, the joke is on you Money ain't everything, I never say that (Never) But niggas throw stones knowin' they sell soul to get wherever they at (Come on, man) Just know these verses is some shit they gon' forever playback, nigga (Come on, nigga)
Hell yeah (Ooh) Fuck, you know what it is nigga Don't even dare Niggas try to act like they don't—, bitch That's why I gotta flex sometimes 'Cause niggas just try to act like you just not that motherfuckin' nigga like Like you just really don't do it how you do it Like niggas will really try to act like you don't do what you do Nigga look you dead in your face And really act like you don't do it to the level that you do it That's why sometimes you gotta come through And just do it at the level that you do it in front of every nigga face So they know the difference between you, the real niggas And the mothafuckin' fraudulent niggas, man Don't never get it fucked up If a nigga can't do it like you do it Sometimes you gotta do it in front of his fuckin' face so he'll know forever Damn, that nigga did it how I always wanted to do it And I'll never be able to do it like that Bitch it's a difference (Ah) (These are the same ones telling our people what we are And we aren't because we're just not working hard enough And that mentality is what we're up against today But this is good to know because this time, when we march on the Capitol You can go ahead and let 'em know long before we get there We're coming to get that check)
"Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks was written by two Nashville songwriters after a meal in a local restaurant. One of them forgot his money, but said not to worry, "I have friends in low places. I know the cook."