Show me a band that you got Bet you can't show me A band that you made I'm in the trap And the pack got laced Big bro just shipped A lil bag from Jamaica He a bitch boy know he a hater He ain't posting no glock he a faker You ain't got a stick And you went sad bout a bitch My brother still Stuck in the brick Pushing a brick Step out with designer fits You still rocking fugazey Ricks How I got rich I got this shit out the pits You was still chasing a bitch Bando look like a muh****in pharmacy So many seals you Woulda thought I was sick Xso can't go sad bout a hoe I was down bad I was broke Them niggas laughed At me made me a joke Now I got racks So just pour me four I'm at the topfloor Smoking on dope You smoking on kush **** it I'm smoking On muh****in indoor