作词 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick
 作曲 : Christopher E. Martin
"Okay"
Yeah
You know what's up *****
"My team, living this American dream"
Not ******* games, *****
Machine *****, Griselda, DJ Premier
Look
I don't beef on the internet, I'll approach you
I ain't shooting five with a *****, I gotta smoke you
My dog said his box just landed he got his load through
Drive by music, this s**t he can pop his toast to (Facts)
This chopper smoke and it adios you
My buzz bi-coastal, took the game over like I was supposed to
I'm in position you cannot get close to
I got shot in my throat still got four classics at my disposal
And the b*****s admire my ways
I was wildin' inside of a cage, now I set fire to stage
Every verse recited is wave and I ain't writing a page
Hardest ***** out til I lie in my grave
Cook the white up in the microwave
You at work tryna get holiday pay,
I'm on an island for days
Gettin money like Big Meech '06
This Griselda DJ Preemo s**t, ************
Ayo, rich law, poor law, read the headlines
'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packin' dimes
Coke spot, I had at least a hunnid in a line
Sell another brick and we coppin' twin 5's (Skrrt)
Ayo, out in Daytona, Rolex Daytona
Fiend hit it once, fell out into a coma
John Elliot, MAK 10's out the Rover
Might shoot 32 times for the culture
N****s baggin' boy, rockin' LoverBoy
Undercover, they could turn the oven on
It only had two bodies, I'll put another on
We sold 1,000 bricks had the summer goin'
Driver in the .45 with the potato lyin' the right hand
Dive in, first the burglars flew high end
The prices won't drop unless you buy 10
Hopped out the Lamborghini Urus like Cod fish
In my cell reminiscing when I used to dime pitch
To rhyme sick, K in the bench
Chain wing trench
How you doin' Fly God?
Same s**t, bigger bag,
C*****e killin' it with the dealer tags
Ayo, rich law, poor law, read the headlines
'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packin' dimes
Coke spot, I had at least a hunnid in a line
Sell another brick and we coppin' twin 5's (Skrrt)
Yo, I skip town with the money, my ***** the accountant
You ever tried to board a plane with a brick in your outfit
You know I work hands on, had to sit in them houses
(Personally)
Learned from real drug dealers, not from internet browsing
Who cooked that food in the kitchen
That they filling they mouth with
Then headed west like Dieon when he split with them
Falcons
Look at me and see a vision of Malcolm
Slightly grinning but long as we keep winning I can live
With the outcome
Drake had Rihanna (Uh-huh,) Mike had Madonna
(What else?)
But I drove a few bricks through the Carolinas (Wooh!)
It's true that they underestimate you when you modest
So I'm frontin' on them every chance that I get,
To be honest, *****
Ask about Griselda, they tell you that we the hottest
Flip whatever I could sell ya,
'Cause failure won't be an option, nah
Yeah, I sewed the block together like a seamstress
(Like a seamstress)
And I lived to rap about it on some Preem' s**t (Let's go)
Ayo, rich law, poor law, read the headlines
'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packin' dimes
Coke spot, I had at least a hunnid in a line
Sell another brick and we coppin' twin 5's (Skrrt)