Set the scene, three thousand degrees
Ain't worried about them fuck niggas over there
But they worried 'bout me
I got a homeboy named Butta and another homeboy
That nigga named Cheese, fuck wit' me baby,
I make it milk till it drip down yo' knees
Spit this shit fo' rillo, brain brillo
Kiddo say he looks up to me, this just makes me feel old
Never thought that we could become someone else's hero
Man, we were just in the food court, eating our gyro
Yesterday, that's the way, every single mornin'
I try to pray grandmom 'n them, they never forgot
And nothin' else really mean nuttin' to me
I ain't stuntin' to beat, talkin' to me?
Girl, why you fickin' wit' me?
Move on, ain't nuttin' to see
Pssh, always somethin' to salt,
I'm the raw, off the rip
'Cause of him, all of them, will remember the men
And that they fell in love with rap,
Black like havin' your cousin back
Blue like when that rent is due,
Cream like when I'm lovin' you, yeah