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Description
Noisy like a crossroads at three in the morning and bold like a teenager with a pack of someone else's cigarettes, this beat bursts in without knocking. Everything here is loud: money, cars, streets, fights - a world where there's always an extra bill in your pocket and a couple of enemies around the corner. It's as if someone is holding scales right on their shoulder: either for gold or for dirty deals, but definitely not for peace of mind.
The energy of the track is reminiscent of a crowd in a neighborhood parking lot - everyone wants to prove that their engine is louder. There is no room for modesty or doubt here: only fierce confidence, burning like red-hot metal. The irony is that even behind all this ostentatious glitz, you can hear the old story about the rules of the street that never change.
Lyrics and translation
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. Niggas act like hoes when they hoes think I'm handsome.
He act like he ain't know me but be searching on his Samsung.
Nigga play me foul, I got two shots for him, and one. Hundreds on me, old as hell, probably got a grandson. Fly,
I could land on your mans wearing fake shit.
Gang members just blew a full zip on some Bape shit. Stupid man, playing with my name, get your face hit.
White slip, feel like Xel when that K hit.
Love a bitch with a man that fuck me and don't say shit. Had a bitch bending back for me like The Matrix.
Before you eat my dick up, baby girl, say your graces. I'll turn you up, here go Chanel, fuck them Asics.
Niggas far from basic. Hoes say I'm extravagant.
Talking to a baller bitch, done then forgot I had a bitch.
Baby throwing boxes at me like I'm mailing packages. Fourteen in the trap, I'm in the swats with the savages.
Yeah, twenty bands on me, forty bands on me. Eastside NARC, what's the smell on me?
I'm good for crash outs, I got bail money. Heavyweight nigga, throw a scale on me.
Yeah, twenty bands on me, forty bands on me. Eastside NARC, what's the smell on me?
I'm good for crash outs, I got bail money. Heavyweight nigga, throw a scale on me.
Throw, throw a scale on me.
Want me to come turn up your city, hear my zeal on it. I don't trust everybody 'cause they might just tell on me.
Black cat, white body, pull ups on my heel coming. Box of e-liquid, try to smell I got a bill on me.
Now I smell Chanel on me so they won't say I smell funky.
I wasn't serving shit, had a little nigga make a sale for me.
And I was still rapping at that time, doing a double week. When I, when I jumped out of school, I went to hood and streets.
Real hoes, this is me, I got them waiting at the DoubleTree.
I'ma sting both of they ass like a bumblebee. Forty thousand on me, so a thousand need to come to me.
Yeah, twenty bands on me, forty bands on me. Eastside NARC, what's the smell on me?
I'm good for crash outs, I got bail money.
Heavyweight nigga, throw a scale on me. Yeah, twenty bands on me, forty bands on me.
Eastside NARC, what's the smell on me? I'm good for crash outs, I got bail money.
Heavyweight nigga, throw a scale on -me. -Congratulations.
You just won a lifetime supply of.