I, I came to put it down. Straight from New York to da A-Town. Haters wanna see me down. I ain't even put, put, put it down. . And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh.
Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs. Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades. Play her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me.