Pagers And Payphones Lyrics

Two straps in them door panels, flannels and them ball caps

Better know the code to the pager to get the call back

Started with them 20s and 40s in built-in increments

Posted at a hood rat spot the homie messin with

She cooking up for the crew we got a pack to flip

Back door like a bodega we weigh it accurate

Digital decimals aspirations of a criminal

Dreamin' of that fast life money women and powerful

How we know the way it played out would be a crime thriller

Oh what a feeling to have her back in a 9 milla

Standin' at the payphone hustler and a dope dealer

Homie's got a taste of that action became some cold killers

Pagers surviving in this game

Payphones surviving in this game

Pagers surviving in this game

Payphones surviving in this game

My level higher than a pay low

Talkin' on the team, got turned into a halo

Used to have a name but now we Jane doe

Used to flip them O's for the payroll

Steel on my hip like Iron Man better stay low

See too many homies lower than a grave though

From the cradle to the block man the story stay cold

Flippin' yayo money comin' in calculate

20-ounce steak on my plate rolls but a pistol stay close

Just pray for me baby I'm a blank ghost

Don't fuck with you people cause you fake though

Synthetic like fake gold, that 808 is way low

My OG brought the whole fuckin' cake

Broke it down and gave us weight bro

Pagers surviving in this game

Payphones surviving in this game

Pagers surviving in this game

Payphones surviving in this game

Life as a youngster

PTSD type shit

The 90s was real, though

Grateful that I'm here

Yeah