Cocaine Powdered Trash Bags

[Verse 1: Rob Ace]

Look
Look
Look
Back from a higher state
Nigga Ima violate
Fuck it, Ima run a eighth
This is the Empire State
Fuck it, I don't want a plate
At the fucking table if I'm sitting at the lame one
They call me the chosen one, nigga, cause you ain't one
9 Crips, 8 Bloods
I was 'round a lot of shit
Smokin' in ya' staircase
We was on that project shit
Niggas want a feature but I heard they can't pay me
Ain't a bar free less you HB or Swavey
Greg, Tim or A.C
Timisy, Base or Desean or Jay Z
Niggas must be crazy
Fuck you, pay me
I want mad acres on my wrist no AP
Running 'round them blocks lil nigga need some cardio
You been at the spot they got tapes on ya' audio
Good haze puffin' like it's '09, '08
Oh wait, I know she on dick cause she acting like a fan
I know she ain't shit, she be posting on the gram
Always got a issue
Ain't nobody with you
Ain't nobody miss you
'Til they see that money and them cases
Now they saying that you made it and
Cocaine powder trash bags like Snowy Days
Bro just hacked the computer can't trace it
Now we own land, Hemp Farms, niggas made it
Economic freedom, we been gunning since the slave ship

[Verse 2: IAMSWAVEY]
Yea, we still on that 31st shit too bitch
Reporting live from the gutter
Don't give a fuck who you coming with
Drum equip
Type of shit to tach a nigga mother hip
If that don't work
Fuck it, we gon' hit you with some other shit
To show we ain't the ones to be fucking with
Remember we went state to state
Remember it was check to check
Can't tell me shit 'bout the struggle
Pause, we slept neck to neck
Go above and beyond for my shooter
We go Tech for Tech
If I shot him, it wasn't 'bout money
It was 'bout respect
Told them ain't no half stepping
Now they thinking Cane here
Standing with my soldiers
Rolling Doja 'til the rain clear
Fuck it, we some Uptown Demons
We Uptown Dreamin'
While them niggas was sleep on me
I was Uptown schemin'
In a 550
Sliding, I got 9 with me
Fuck it, I got God with me
Tell me who gon' ride with me?
Go