Grand Theft

[Intro]
Look, look

[Verse 1]
I'm a rockstar in real life
We was doin' Grand Theft Autos: hittin' licks, home invasions; it was a good night
Take the goods to the plug, then he give us back 'bout 2K
Feelin' like a baller, see the Jordan on my shoelace
Nuke town, steppin' off busses, hoppin' on fences
Call of Duty, me and my niggas, we in the trenches
Campin' at the crib playin' true crime, L.A
San Andreas nights, bumpin' ice cubes, good days, uh
Such a '90s baby, though, if we grindin' then we grindin', man, I feel like Tony Hawk
And my homies got that iron, man, they feel like Tony Stark
And you better watch your head 'cause it get wicked after dark

[Verse 2]
Look
Feelin' like Kobe back in his prime
If we talkin' about the numbers then I'll probably go LeBron
I'm a lion out the jungle, at the top, I’m like to Don's
This is my life, it ain't a movie, I won't be at Comic Con, look
Big shit poppin', grindin' like ain't no options
Throwin' assist to all my homies, bitch, I feel like John Stockton
Every week I stay droppin', bitch, I stay consistent
Heard the blind lead the blind, but I got the vision
Know the street deficient
Needin' my assistance
Real since my existence
Came a long distance

[Refrain]
Some of these days I get too stuck in old ways, blame it how I was raised, hood shit getting displayed

[Verse 3]
Look
I ain’t turning down or nothin'
Bitch, hand me the crown or somethin'
Unit full of G's, back when Lloyd Banks taught me how to stunt it
Pops was slangin' yayo, he was getting to the bucks
But I ain't have fifty cents, now my statements in the plus
Fuck the brakes, I hit the thrust
Garden snakes, I leave 'em cut
Ask about me in my city, motherfuckers know what's up, but

[Refrain]
Some of these days I get too stuck in old ways, blame it how I was raised, hood shit getting displayed