Attempt

[Intro]
Ayy, welcome home to my nigga, [?]
Just beat an attempt
You know what I mean? I was in a PJ, we landed
And they let me know, they dismissed the case, you know I'm sayin'?
And I was just callin' the nigga stupid a couple weeks ago for not takin' a— takin' a deal, you know I mean?
([?], this shit bangin') But he back

[Chorus]
The homie just beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint
The homie beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five pеrcent tint

[Verse 1]
Ayy, its more money on thе way
The streets need me, but she beggin' to me stay
The homie just beat his case the other day
I was thirty thousand feet high on a private plane
Money on my— money over—
The hood tatted on my chest, and it's on my shoulder
If you my nigga, then don't cross me, I'll be there for you
I'd come through anytime to bust heads for you

[Pre-Chorus]
You know it ain't no love in the city
If a nigga plottin' on me, you better kill him
Any time I hear chitchat about my niggas
Only thing I wanna hear is he a real one

[Chorus]
The homie just beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint
The homie beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint

[Verse 2]
Got a call from my dog, he was short on bail
I just took a loss, I was short on mail
He had a big case and nobody didn't tell
But if he blew trial, he was gon' get an L
Now, that's a Catch-22
'Cause you damned if you don't, and you damned if you do
My nigga back home
Innerprize Clicc, '21, it's on

[Pre-Chorus]
You know it ain't no love in the city
If a nigga plottin' on me, you better kill him
Any time I hear chitchat about my niggas
The only thing I wanna hear is he a real one

[Chorus]
The homie just beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint
The homie beat an attempt
Now we out at Mastro's, eatin' shrimp
I be feelin' like a pimp
In a 'Lac with the five percent tint