Alright, alright, alright, alright

Now you can put your glass to the sky
If you got love for a nigga with the real
Handy with the hand, see he ride till he die
Quick to let a motherfucker now how he feel

Mama was working two jobs on dialysis
Can't stop, won't stop
All I've been thinking lately is can't flop, won't flop, don't flip
But this shit is straight drop, it's gon' flip
Coke in your nore, smell what I'm cooking
Man there's fiends at the door cause there's dope in the flows
I've been on that Santigold, show your ho where it don't shine
No .9 can save you
You don't wan't the bovine, a co-sign can't make you
Free-throw line, I'm going back for extras, need that
And when I'm 6'5", big boy, no 3 Stacks
Tryna flip it 3 ways, 1 pack, 3 days
I give you low key ways to get that off
The henny got me talking crazy like I pissed that soft
I never do it underhanded so it couldn't be that
They'll call him underrated but it couldn't be stats
That they was looking at, time I was putting in
Told em bout The Water[s] with my wrist I was cooking crack
Everything was crooked then, couldn't get straight life
Rough around the edges, slicing bed with a steak knife
Niggas was stressed, had to learn to finesse
It was still a couple wrinkles that I needed to press
It was still a cup of water that I needed to drink
And it's still a couple burners that I need off my chest
Never the less

Now you can put your glass to the sky
If you got love for a nigga with the real
Handy with the hand, see he ride till he die
Quick to let a motherfucker now how he feel, nigga how he feel
Yo I ain't never really had to try
Nigga I'm me, that's all I'm tryna be
Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga talking shit
If he ain't about the action then that's all that's gonna be
All it's gonna be

Now you can put your hands to the sky
If you got love for a nigga with the real
Handy with the hand, see he ride till he die
Quick to let a motherfucker now how he feel, nigga how he feel
Yo I ain't never really had to try
Nigga I'm me, that's all I'm tryna be
Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga talking shit
If he ain't about the action then that's all that's gonna be

Better know I mean what I say
Gotta wash 'em off the medical, I dream when I'm wake
Thoughts get lofty, all you niggas lines get costly
Can't nobody off me, I'm awfully
Sick with this shit, got the sickle cell trait
You hook fam, I'm gifted
No need for me to check the ballistics
Y'all niggas is missing
How come everybody off with the aim?
I guess over saturation's just a part of the game, I'm out

Copyright: RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Writer(s): ANTHONY MARKEITH, BARIL PATRICK O, JENKINS JAY