No patience, the cold pavement

Rather get right to it than fumble and have these hoes waitin'

Non-vacant, we keep pushin'

Late nights on the interstate, five, that's how the shit lookin'

Tag town, drove from Sactown

Know the bitch got a dub out in LA, they tryna crack down

Said I swear to God that when I turn thirty, it be my last round

Game over, lay the MAC down, clap rounds

How 'bout a round of applause for all the stompdowns?

Ten-toers and bonafide goers

Who ain't afraid to hit the vacant strip when it slow up

Took a break, but now I'm back, let me pour up

Do it for the PIs in the crowd tryna roll up

Eight-ball stay handy for the coke sluts

I'm wandering free

Just living in a dream (Uh, ayo)

Amtrak with P's in a knapsack, it's risky

Kel-Tec with me, don't trust ****, they shifty

Out in 2012, ten years later, I had to switch speeds

Now the mitt get hit with G's for a sixteen

Louis kick fiend, I got all flavors

Dialogue from broke haters on the sideline never faze us (Uh)

Trailblazer, they follow the way

I'm like Damian Lillard, shoot it from the logo, then spit in your face

Robbery the case, I'm first court as a juvenile

Four hundred degrees in the fire, hopin' loot would pile

A G code, know we abide by

Caught a case, duckin' my PO, I live and die as a wise guy

They wide-eyed when they see me now like they popped an E

I popped and they pockets on E, I guess it's prophecy

Every day that goes by

Is the same old thing