Al Roker

[Intro]
(Yarri)
(Baby, give me some cash)

[Verse]
I grew up around some bosses, what the hell you think I turned into?
Trapper, scammer, certified smackers, yeah, I know a few
Jumped up in this shit with straight pressure, like I'm supposed to do
He mad because his bitch say I'm that nigga, and he know it's true
Jit, you wanna learn about the game? I can fuckin' coach you
I can teach you niggas about that rain, like I'm Al Roker
Brown skinny bitch with light edges, coming straight from Boca
Tryna slap my dick all in her room, put her on a poster
Bro done popped a Perky, now his eyes looking dilatеd
I can't be around you broke niggas, it get mе agitated
Pull up in that drop top 'Vette, roof decapitated
Why the hell they put that check on hold? They got me aggravated
S-T-U-N-N-A, how you spell motion?
All these free bands in the air, and you still window poking
City full of backdoor ass niggas, I can't leave it open
Real back talk, I get paid for every word spoken
Pockets full of straight dead friends, like I'm Lil Uzi
Glizzy came straight from wick lady, it came with a doobie
Stop telling all these people that you know me, bitch, you prolly knew me
I ain't the same jit from back then, now I'm going stupid
I'ma do whatever, do it all, just to get this cheddar
She a YB fan, I got her screaming Stunna better”
Yeah, you had it lit, but I turned it to another level
Since day one, I been a real-deal trendsetter