This the *** I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Lord, know some hoes from the past like

"Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich"

Well, should've asked

It's funny how these niggas

On some real "Be cool with me" ***

I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch

This the *** I used to roll down Lewis Street with

Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch

No more sleeping in my brother's room

Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room

Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?

Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear

This is flow here, this is no fair

This is so pure, this is so clear

This is one breath, this is no air

Ain't no wedding and I do the most here

I'm the President you the co-chair

You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here

Nigga I coast here

This weather got me set on this West Coast yeah

Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah

Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there

Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out

What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years

Ran that *** like Diddy

Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy Nothing's impossible

And all you lame niggas show me what not to do

I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight

She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"

I told her, "Aw baby don't start!

I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"

She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me

I like my sundaes with a cherry on top

Make that ass drop (drop, drop)

Make that ass drop (drop, drop)

Make that ass drop (drop, drop)

Make that ass drop (drop, drop) Now if you only had one wish is it devious?

Cause you already know who your genie is

Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis

Like damn he turned out to be a genius

Damn real *** nigga no Pixar

You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are

My kicks hard, my whip hard

I came out the womb with my dick hard

Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard

It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard

Don't get exposed to these hoes boy knock it off

I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off

Damn now who more thorough than me?

I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see

Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see

Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?" Nothing's impossible

And all you lame niggas show me what not to do

I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight

She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"

I told her, "Aw baby don't start!

I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"

She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me

I like my sundaes with a cherry on top

Make that ass drop (drop, drop)

Make that ass drop (drop, drop)

Make that ass drop (drop, drop)

Make that ass drop (drop, drop) This the *** I used to roll down Lewis Street with

This the *** I used to roll down Lewis Street with A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills

That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with

Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship

Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, ***

That's the least I owed her cause I tried to hit

On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it

I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it

And I never called back, how thoughtfuless

Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her

In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga

On some Bobby Brown *** my prerogative

Nigga is to hit and never commit

Now realizing when I hit she never forgets

So every time I ignore the telephone call

Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call

She was hurting

Now she staring dead in my face she was smirking

Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth ***, nigga

You ain't worth ***, nigga" This the *** I used to roll down Lewis Street with