We in the spots, we ain't leaving till the morning
The bando dirty, you can tell the window boarding
They put a nigga in the sky, he was soaring
He think he balling, so they made him Air Jordan
Like, uh, what you know about it, tell him what you knowin'
They put a nigga in the sky, he was soaring
He think he balling, so they made him Air Jordan
Back to the bando, the window boarding
Okay, let me tell you something so you get it
I had the green, I sealed it up, it's lookin' like lettuce
And guys will tell me how to whip it, rest in peace to chemists
And Buddha fits the nigga's face like it's cosmetics
While my nigga's always sittin' for them long stretches
Snitches gettin' too much credit, you ain't got your system
Don't cut it, we ain't really have a pot to piss in
And my bro, he shoot a brick like he Ben Simmons
When I was in the chop, it was a class setting
Raise a hand just to speak, get a big rock
They ran him down in tech fleets with a big clock
And last time they seen his face, it was six o'clock
On the news, new screens, D.O.A., it's another drop
And you don't need to be a boss just to call a shot
And slime him all, wipe his nose, it's Toronto talk
I had to keep it, ain't no tellin' about Toronto thoughts
Set it up, it ain't little, there's a bigger picture
How you lose your bitch, you fuckin' with the mother niggas
If she don't raise you, why she thinkin' you a little nigga?
She tellin' niggas that you lyin', ain't no fuckin' hit up
Berry buns, when I swing it, I don't need a picture
All these niggas is my sons, I'm a babysitter
I need an ass, he chop work with a nail clipper
They ride him down, he left his bitch like he wasn't with her
And that chopper make him move, he a two-stepper
And he gon' dance to his death like a field stripper
Don't blow your knees out, you Kawhi Leonard
Cold heart, hot head, with a high temper
Don't sweater, cause you know better
I know that real niggas, they don't write letters
They stack cash when I feel it like Walmart, we roll back
The road's dark, but this beat made a bright path
We in the spot
Sweet
We ain't leavin' till the mornin'
The band all dirty, you can tell the window boardin'
They put a nigga in the sky, he was soarin'
You think he ballin', so they made him Air Jordan
Like, ah, what you know about it, tell us what you knowin'
They put a nigga in the sky, he was soarin'
You think he ballin', so they made him Air Jordan
Back to the band, though, the window boardin'
The window boardin'
Back to the band, though, the window boardin'