Above the Rim

[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

[Verse 1]
Above the rim, I'm on some Birdie shit
Got a thirty in my clip, I'm on some Curry shit
He tried to play and he got murdered quick
Bitch, you ain't a grown man, you rock a 36
I make my own bands, they ain't throw me shit
I'll come and kill your mans, better hope we miss
I really got this shit on hand, ain't gotta show no pics
If you got it out the mud, nigga show your wrist
Bitch, these real VVS's, need no flash either
My whole team up that shit, we'll crash Bimmers
She ask me did I fuck that bitch? I caught amnesia
Can feel the tension in the air, I think I'm Beanie Sigel
I'll sit insidе your state and sell thesе beans single
I was textin' her, then I fucked, I don't even mingle
Them bales we put inside the air, they don't even jingle
Got a brand new t-shirt, it ain't even wrinkled
That's that work talk
So much drip, I caused a wave, that's that surf talk
Step on a brick, it bounced back, caught a curveball
Say he the hottest thing out, I never heard of y'all
I'll murder dawg, I ain't gotta make no calls

[Interlude]
'Cause I done seen some shit you wouldn't believe
We'd be rich if niggas wasn't so greedy
Yeah, straight out the mud, we be gettin' this cheese
You grind hard, shit ain't come that easy

[Verse 2]
Shit, I got it out the mud by myself, fuck what boy thought
Dark brown coupe and it's a foreign, look like soy sauce
Potato on the barrel, when I shoot, take the noise off
Two hundred every time I touch down, boy, that's lawyer talk
It's twenty plain jane, when it's bust, it's a forty ball
Stop pourin' petty drank, you got a pint, nigga, pour it all
We had wood cabinets in the crib, now the floors marble
Thirty thousand for a Gucci tracksuit, but I an't goin' joggin'

[Outro]
You hear that, nutso?
Boy here says he owes me
He owes me