[Sample]
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
[Intro]
Welcome home George Jung (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that Dade Country yayo s***
Double MOB
I'm finny take these p**** n***** down
Beat Billionaire
[Hook]
I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, in my all white Mercedes
I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, in my c**e white Mercedes
[Verse 1]
All white, n****, Big Ike, n****
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your gravesite n****
15th Ave, miracle n****
Get [?], come and get a few n****
John Doe n****, you know that convo
Get you that weed and white, want you a combo n****
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already bought him a brick
b***ie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game
Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda)
Carol City success, 183rd still a rout
We live in the jungle, fishtanks in the house
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Bo dealin' n****, oh really n****?
Bunche Park hot, it's a block full of killas
Lil' Trav, n****
Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab n****
River City, they slide, aka homicide
Rest in peace to the Goonies, one day we'll be eye to eye
It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib
Extended the clip, I'ma give 'em the biz
Catch you jackin' your d***, now you f***** in the game
Leave you flat on your back, where you lay was a stain
A mil' in the hole is every real n**** goal
And this uncut like Ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
My new b****, she a waitress, strip club is a trap
Stick my d*** in her p**** when she come sit on my lap
Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from Bahamas
It's uncut like the 80's, 17 still my number
Candy paint on my donk, Jesus piece on my charm
[?], she just wanted a b**p
Her man wanted a line, so I sold 'em a verse
Sold a quarter for 9, and I sold 'em the vert
Can't be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip
Peep this Rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a pimp
Line up all of my b******, head crack 'em and check 'em
Even if she barefooted, I bet the streets gon' respect her
[Hook]
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
[Intro]
Welcome home George Jung (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that Dade Country yayo s***
Double MOB
I'm finny take these p**** n***** down
Beat Billionaire
[Hook]
I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, in my all white Mercedes
I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's
I got c**e like the 80's, in my c**e white Mercedes
[Verse 1]
All white, n****, Big Ike, n****
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your gravesite n****
15th Ave, miracle n****
Get [?], come and get a few n****
John Doe n****, you know that convo
Get you that weed and white, want you a combo n****
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already bought him a brick
b***ie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game
Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda)
Carol City success, 183rd still a rout
We live in the jungle, fishtanks in the house
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Bo dealin' n****, oh really n****?
Bunche Park hot, it's a block full of killas
Lil' Trav, n****
Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab n****
River City, they slide, aka homicide
Rest in peace to the Goonies, one day we'll be eye to eye
It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib
Extended the clip, I'ma give 'em the biz
Catch you jackin' your d***, now you f***** in the game
Leave you flat on your back, where you lay was a stain
A mil' in the hole is every real n**** goal
And this uncut like Ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
My new b****, she a waitress, strip club is a trap
Stick my d*** in her p**** when she come sit on my lap
Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from Bahamas
It's uncut like the 80's, 17 still my number
Candy paint on my donk, Jesus piece on my charm
[?], she just wanted a b**p
Her man wanted a line, so I sold 'em a verse
Sold a quarter for 9, and I sold 'em the vert
Can't be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip
Peep this Rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a pimp
Line up all of my b******, head crack 'em and check 'em
Even if she barefooted, I bet the streets gon' respect her
[Hook]