TLC

[Verse 1: Papo2oo4]
TLC, his shawty on a steel chair
Bad bitch with the real hair
Your shoes fake, get a real pair
Dirty designer, ballerina on the Levi's
AF1's, ain't never did no FILA's
Hipster bitch, she love Steve Lacy
Act like she fuckin' with me, but I know she hate me
Million dollars how I'm feelin' lately
I'm with Sub, tryna look for Stacy
Just to see if he good, dirty designer
Rocking Pradas in the woods, 'cause a nigga good
Sprite Tropical, new year, new money
New shoes, same size, bust a move for me
Came to thе OC, balling Kobe in '03
Gaming terms, I'm OP
Ballaholic, I need my trophy
Ain't no weed, give mе the roachy
She a bird, she a finch
Fucking for drinks, gave her the cokely

[Verse 2: DJ Lucas]
Ay (DJ!)
Off this loud I can augment reality
Flow too cold this is not just an allergy
Fallacies told, you get burned like a calorie
My salaries decided by how much they wanna challenge me
My lifestyles dictated where the weeds at, I mean that
Texting going 60 through the speed trap
Kick the ball, alley-oop like I'm Steve Nash
3rd grade I was angry in the bean bag (DJ)
Making music for clout, this is not art
Tell she's freaky by the stickers on the Dodge Dart
I never aim to inspire, it just happened to work
Underground forever, you saw what happened to Kurt
My homie doing fentanyl, it's never actually Percs
When the people who inspired you are actually jerks
And I'm always smoking loud, it's never actually work
It can't be the ones around me that I casually hurt

[Verse 3: Papo2oo4]
Some niggas really getting money 'cause they actually work
Some niggas goin' outside sad, swear reality hurts
Nobody praying for me, sent my grandma back to the church
Niggas doing it for clout, whatever happened to work
I've seen the money make a savage convert
I've seen the drugs make some niggas berserk
I've seen bad turn worse
All the real niggas rolled in the back of the hearse
The rest of them behind the wall, turned they back on the Earth

[Verse 4: DJ Lucas]
Knowledge is power but it's always sort of overwhelming
Road to Pelham, 200 grams I gotta flow to sell them (money!)
Ballerina jacket looking like Virginia Johnson
Ash this bleep on the ground and continue talking (yup!)
They try to tell me about the way I am
I'm in Albuquerque smoking with a Raider fan
In a Pierce jersey I've been on a weird journey
Hop up on a track and it's tear jerking