(Rodney on the track)
Long live Da Baby
It's when times get hard
You gotta stay down, stay focused
Keed talk to 'em

Ridin' with a Drac' in the crack of the seat
I was down bad, they was laughin' at me
Yeah, I ran it up, put chains on me
Had to add it up, put them racks on me
And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
See me gettin' a lil' money, now they all on me
But they wasn't even ridin' with me when the car on E
Told 'em I'd keep it goin', yeah
Told 'em I could keep it flowin', yeah
I can drip in Tom Ford or
I could switch it to Dior
Yeah, this shit drippin' through my pores
Opportunity kickin' in my door
I'ma get some bread and get some more
And buy everything I couldn't afford

Yeah, said she wanna ride with a slimeball
I done lost some brothers to the graveyard
Drankin' on lean 'til the pain numb
Pull a nigga's string like a guitar, yeah
'Cause you popped a nigga, think you real hard, yeah
Yeah, you not bad, watch the real ones
And pussy nigga we don't fear nothin' (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah, me and Paper on another level, major league
Private flights to overseas
Drippin' on 'em, Italy
And the denim European
I had to wake up, yeah
Nigga can't touch us, yeah
Draco with the nuts, yeah
Blow a nigga ass up, yeah

Ridin' with a Drac' in the crack of the seat
I was down bad, they was laughin' at me
Yeah, I ran it up, put chains on me
Had to add it up, put them racks on me
And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
See me gettin' a lil' money, now they all on me
But they wasn't even ridin' with me when the car on E
Told 'em I'd keep it goin', yeah
Told 'em I could keep it flowin', yeah
I can drip in Tom Ford or
I could switch it to Dior
Yeah, this shit drippin' through my pores
Opportunity kickin' in my door
I'ma get some bread and get some more
And buy everything I couldn't afford

I want everything I couldn't afford
I can't even get a car 'cause my first car gotta be foreign
I ain't tryna ride inside a Ford
And fuck that new Honda Accord
And bitch you know I'm double-R
I want that double-R with suicide doors
I got paper, I want more
Can't never have too much of this shit
Ain't never had a bust on my wrist
'Til I went put that bust on my wrist
Yeah, I'm too poppin', you watchin', all the niggas you copy
I'ma shoot you to see what your crew do 'bout it
Pull up Bentley coupe, nigga, I ain't stunt the Bugatti
Me and Keed on the beat, ride it like a Ducati
Who poppin', you poppin', why them niggas crew hoppin'
Claim everything, screamin' gang, whatever crew poppin'
Grippin' on that Drac' while I'm sippin' champagne
Have a nigga thinkin' two poppers, but this ain't two Gotti
Put my ice on the table like I'm playin' pool, I be
Goin' to school, I was in the braille hand too knockin'
And I told her don't play me, bitch I'm somethin' like a mechanic
'Cause I gotta keep that tool by me, I don't care who by me

Ridin' with a Drac' in the crack of the seat
I was down bad, they was laughin' at me
Yeah, I ran it up, put chains on me
Had to add it up, put them racks on me
And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
See me gettin' a lil' money, now they all on me
But they wasn't even ridin' with me when the car on E
Told 'em I'd keep it goin', yeah
Told 'em I could keep it flowin', yeah
I can drip in Tom Ford or
I could switch it to Dior
Yeah, this shit drippin' through my pores
Opportunity kickin' in my door
I'ma get some bread and get some more
And buy everything I couldn't afford

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render