[Verse 1]

You niggas is half pipes, get zero and a half mics

I'm on red eyed flights, tryin' to get shit right

Partners gettin' killed by each other it makes no dollars

It makes no sense that we can't holler

Like to test game, yeah niggas is pawns

Just pieces to the puzzle that'll never respond

We blow Bom by the pound

Seventeen reasons to have seventeen rounds

Might have to down some clowns

Try to get around the shit

If I gotta sell dope nigga, I'm tryin' to flip a thousand bricks

So I can stop the bullshit, we can count some chips

Try to buy our way out this shit



[Hook]

Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard

Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard

Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard

You can have cars, bitches, houses, women

Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard

Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard

Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard

You can have cars, bitches, houses, women



[Verse 2]

Every day I sit and think how I'ma make things better

Constantly flip and zip a stack of dope, gettin' my cheddar

You know the basics, tryin' to be mobbed out and famous

And I'm already livin' a life that's dangerous, fresh hall-of-famers

That's why a nigga don't fuck with strangers, I stay G'd up

And I'm serious about my fetti, don't make me go an and kill sweeper

Them niggas don't wanna see us, that's what them haters holler

But I'm tell ya boy this neighborhood something like Mr. Rogers

Niggas wanna be hard and niggas wanna have riches

Niggas wanna have cars and niggas wanna have bitches

That's why I stick to the script, I stand tall and do a lot

Make smurk play my part and ain't gon' let my guard fall, nigga



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Nothin' to laugh about, something to smash about

You won't make it to the top if you have doubts

A half bounce, get wins takin' losses

Snakes come across us

I slice they necks with di-a-lect

Ride for self, that's out M-O

In the M-O-E where we trip on something little

Niggas losin' they mind, goin' broke losin' they grind

Goin' soft and square and combine

Behind the times, nigga you need to catch up

Stackin' paper to the ceiling is how you rep up

Creep up from the bottom tryin' to reach the top

Fuck the hate, ya squares need to learn a lot

You can get ya face cracked and ya can't replace that

I was on the wrong path, made it to the straight track

Tryin' to ride something fat like sweater

G-O-P, C-D-P no one can do it better



[Hook]