Uh, uh, no ceilings nigga Got T in here, Duke in here, Streets in here, Lucha in here We in here, fiatch Okay, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black chucks Hollywood shotgun, watch me make it act up Saints cap, new car, paint that if it ain't black Red light, press a button, make the top think black That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sober up You close minded, I shoot you in your head, I bet you opened up High yellow woman with a hair to her ass Bring a home fucker like a belt, then I crash And when it comes to head, I get the head of the class I got them green facts like I laid in the grass Lucha be my nigga, the east up in the building Young mula bitch, the blanks already filled in Buy you a long dick, them bitches wanna pull Weezy baby nigga, I ain't just good motherfucker I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurting Phone still ringing, so I'm still working Got coke for the slaughters, drink if you slurping Even got a cup of pills for if your back hurting Oh, they call me Mr. Pharmaceutical I'm getting money every time I'm in the studio I'm getting money bitch, even when I do a show I get the money even if I have to sew a hole That's how the game go, Eastside play it cold We love the new coupe, we love our next bro You couldn't be me if you could Weezy baby, Lucci, Lou and we good I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good *