Okay, yeah

It's like 2 a.m. in this bitch right now

Yeah, I'm in the booth just vibin', just— oh, shit

Poppin' my shit too, ain't gon' lie

Yeah, let's go

Two bitches goin' both ways and I never ever met 'em in my life

But we damn sure gon' be friends tonight

Make 'em top me while I talk to Christ

Check my mirrors when I'm bendin' corners, I can't let them catch me slippin' at the light

With my **** if they wrong or right, you know life a gamble—

The murderous mixtapes (Dj Hot Murda, you killing the streets)

(You know what it is, DJ Khaled, it's all about the murderous mixtapes, we on fire)

Yeah, let's go

Two bitches goin' both ways and I never ever met 'em in my life

But we damn sure gon' be friends tonight

Make 'em top me while I talk to Christ

Check my mirrors when I'm bendin' corners, I can't let them catch me slippin' at the light

With my **** if they wrong or right, you know life a gamble, gotta roll the dice (The murderous mixtapes)

****, I was prayin', I was at my lowest, I left all my problems at the prayer rug

Harbored feelings, had to shake it off, ****, fuck love, they gon' break the bond

Who the fuck you call when your paper low? At the stove with it with my apron on

Told **** that we takin' off, **** know I'm hard, fuck an A&R, yeah

Yeah, built this shit brick by brick, yeah

Brooklyn ****, they hit lick by lick, them boys don't go for shit (Yeah)

Get caught, ****, just don't snitch (Just don't snitch)

Stay real, you gon' win, yeah

Look, I'm started to get a lil' frustrated with this rap shit now

Yeah, **** don't know how to get out the way

**** still thinkin' this back in the days (Yeah)

'Cause I could've ran 'round with them industry ****, I didn't, I did it my way (My way)

**** ain't never gon' jack it when you like to do it your way

Walk in this bitch with the gang, fuck what them **** gon' say

Fuck all the rules, you gon' be good in these streets as long as you keep you a tool

I run up a hundred again and I move (Facts)

Good with numbers, I was never a fool (Facts)

Go get some paper, you don't know what to do (Facts)

Ain't shit real, you gon' win or you lose (The murderous mixtapes)

Oh, watch out

**** in the way, thank God that I see another day

Pray to God I can see another day

**** soft, when they see us, they go the other way (Go the other way)

Smart move, ****, Hooly with me, ****, go the other way (Said let's go)

Real player, think I fucked another **** bitch just the other day

Diamonds all up in the bezel, I'm the type of **** take it to another level and another level and another level

Baby, I could never ever love you

When I'm finished with you, I'ma probably dub you (Facts)

Swear I love the money, plus a **** hungry

I can't help it, baby, that I'm just a man

When I bust a nut, a **** get funny (Yeah, yeah)

Shake that ass to the beat (Let's go)

Chase him down, boy was too fast on his feet (Yeah)

Do the dash in the Jeep (Skrrt)

Hit the gas, we don't crash or stop for police

**** ain't fuckin' with me (Dj Hot Murda)

Free Q Money, I like my money real neat (I like my money real neat)

Yeah, I still be on my P's

Rich **** still duckin' the D's (Oh, let's go)

Yeah, built this shit brick by brick (Facts), yeah

Brooklyn ****, they hit lick by lick, them boys don't go for shit (Let's go)

Get caught, ****, just don't snitch (Let's go)

Stay real, you gon' win, yeah (Woo)