Ordinary

I still run with them same niggas - still run on that same block

Still running from police - still ducking them same cops

Boy, that two-seater, yeah, you know that Coupe mean

Niggas making them false statements,

They don’t really know what the truth means

That’s alright, that’s cool, though, they gone learn up

And you damn right that’s a whole pound, my nigga roll up

Boss shit – yeah, we be on that boss shit

Niggas had it, couldn’t handle it, so it’s safe to say that they lost it

Bossip, aw shit, M-O-B, on that mob shit

Talking about who you gone rob, bitch?

I’m fully equipped with this rocket

Nah’mean? It ain’t even worth it

Throw my frames on, now that’s picture perfect

Them girls wanna party, they gone off that liquor

I’m telling them all to come fuck with my niggas

They single, they want what we do, it’s so different

Do it so different

Word – my niggas like hoes that like hoes

Arguing with that desk bitch

Like “fuck you mean that my flight closed?”

Sweatsuits, yeah bitch, they’re my flight clothes

Music playing in my iPod, I’m in high mode

High mode, ultra beast, niggas all on them old gangs

I was thinking about how to make a million off cocaine

That’s hard to do when niggas ain’t gon’ play they role

Man I should call, a couple niggas told

Them long nights - them cold days

Them two-way streets – them one-ways

That car read a lot of money, nigga, that’s ball park

And you, you was a bitch in school, nigga, we call that Hallmark