grip that clayco slang like a wrench on a leak

hand me that stove i can sermon a streak

buddy got fried for a smirk last week

talkin on bro nem then chirpin for peace

bando on tilt like a 6-deuce fleet

youngun got robbed tryna stunt in dekalb

mama said hustle not hustle too loud

i move like a whisper but step like a crowd

i remember back when the lincoln would yaw

tailpipe cough like it knew what i saw

og sold brown in a popeyes cup

keep a rubberband bible in a glovebox tuck

ain playin no licks boy i scavenged my means

crashed at my auntie wit nothin but jeans

teeth in my mouth but my gut was barkin

so i learned how to juke off a gesture n jargon

hopped out the crib like im leakin regret

ain no fork in the path i just stepped where it bent

used to pitch work out a yo-yo string

now i run plays like im braidin my wings

nah i aint flinch when the sirens ate

cause i came out that crib where the curfew late

where the dice roll n the fiends do praise

and the preacher got fade from the backroom fades

you don’t know bout the weight in the corner store line

bout four deep n one box of sardines

still we toast wit a nod no glasses

runnin from time like the minute hand askin

grip that clayco slang like a wrench on a leak

hand me that stove i can sermon a streak

buddy got fried for a smirk last week

talkin on bro nem then chirpin for peace

bando on tilt like a 6-deuce fleet

youngun got robbed tryna stunt in dekalb

mama said hustle not hustle too loud

i move like a whisper but step like a crowd

slide through mechanicsville shirt smell like rotel

block got a lean like a four-door motel

unc got priors he aint even recall

judge read em out like a bible in braille

i was ten when i learned what a socket do

plug got pulled then the hallway blew

bro got booked over shoe box math

he was servin off feel like a blind man's path

see the code round here ain written in ink

it's a twitch in the face n a lurch in the blink

catch one slip n your name in the ink

might toss yo name where the long folks drink

west side taught me how to lie wit poise

how to smile like a fool when im plottin on noise

ain never had time for the pop quiz woes

i was testin my luck at a greenbriar show

wrist ain froze it got motion instead

i don’t do neckwear it just talk to the feds

kick door quick like a payless rush

buddy wore wires so we turned em to hush

i don’t cap i just shift my verbs

got my slang from the curb where the nouns got nerve

you can tell by my step i ain here for the show

if i break that bread it’s a code not a quote

grip that clayco slang like a wrench on a leak

hand me that stove i can sermon a streak

buddy got fried for a smirk last week

talkin on bro nem then chirpin for peace

bando on tilt like a 6-deuce fleet

youngun got robbed tryna stunt in dekalb

mama said hustle not hustle too loud

i move like a whisper but step like a crowd