Measure

[Intro]
(Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit back)

[Chorus]
Pourin' out the pint, we don’t measure it
I ain't gotta smell the weed 'fore I get it, ’cause it's pressure
Been out the game for a minute, they still askin' for a tester
Ain't got shit for 'em now, I used to give 'em all extra
Straight drop, you can tell by the texture

[Verse]
Had to switch my lifestyle 'cause my mama gave me a lecture
I ain't gon’ lie, I miss Sarah, Brittany, and Heather
They ain’t had no car, but walked to me in any weather
Since I went legit, I been livin' a little better
Don’t die about that word, can you guess it? Seven letters
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Niggas know what's up, they show a lot when they see me
Fans showin' love, they keep my songs up on repeat
Baby, these Off-Whites, these is not no fuckin' Yeezys
Bitch, I bet your baby daddy wanna be me
Fucked up when I seen myself wanted on the TV
Got your bank account in my pocket, I’m like hee-hee, I mean haha
You niggas' raps unbelievable just like sci-fi
Bitch, I'm connected everywhere just like Wi-Fi
I'm a magician, 'cause I can get it gone, ta-da
Every time I shoot, I walk up, don't do no drive-bys
Shit'll get real messy if I have to slide by
I ain't never found no rule that I abide by
My niece bad as hell, she only three, I call her my pie
My bitch spoiled, I bought her every shoe in a size nine
Glock on me, I bet your gun jam, you got a SCCY 9
Me and my nephew don't see eye— alright
Me and my nephew don't see eye to eye 'cause he a live wire
You ain't never downloaded songs on LimeWire
You ain't never hand in hand with the plug, you a side buyer
You ain't never hit the road with that shit and came back
You ain't never middlemanned a play and your profit was eight racks
I don't really like drinkin' purple 'cause it ain't Act'
Blow all my money in a day, somehow I can't stack
I hope that ain't exotics in your pack, 'cause that ain't that
Blowin' on, blowin' on some shit called opp pack
Blew his brains out, where his top at?
They said they wanted beef, but they dropped that
Lucky, 'cause I just found out where they spot at
It's a difference between where me and you shop at
You askin' 'bout the drank, but I dropped that
Bustdown chain, yeah, I dropped that
You need to help your homie out, 'cause he down bad
Hundred rounds on me like I'm in combat
Hundred thousand on me, it look compact
My nigga don't smoke, he caught a contact
Hashtag on Instagram, where the pounds at?
Closed-caption on the TV, where the sound at?
Fell off, it only took a week for me to bounce back
Fuck an eighth of weed, where the ounce at?
Fuck an ounce of lean, where the pint at?
'Bout to bust a Rollie down so you can't tell where the time at
You ain't got no hustle, where your grind at?
You ain't got no vision, where your mind at?
I spy, I see a lot of, lot of drugs in a brown bag
People die when I'm beyond mad
Make one call to find out where the fuck my cousin Shaun at

[Chorus]
Pourin' out the pint, we don't measure it
I ain't gotta smell the weed 'fore I get it, 'cause it's pressure
Been out the game for a minute, they still askin' for a tester
Ain't got shit for 'em now, I used to give 'em all extra
Straight drop, you can tell by the texture
Straight drop, you can tell by the texture