Outro Lyrics

Two days ago, she was playing with sticks like Harry Potter

Masked up, red bottoms, but ain't no Louboutin on her

I was on the corner with my niggas slinging rocks to fiends

Wu-Tang, bangin' cream, turn a dollar to dreams, nigga

Fulton and Nichols, hit my boy Tommy for that fade

Fuck with my guys, I'ma find the uses for that blade, nigga

Christmas trees burn up, loud gang, we turn up

For Eastwood, we get lit, rest in peace, Crip

My future's not written in stone, but these is etchings of gold

I could write a thesis on coke, I'm sick with the flow

You couldn't blackball me if I got eight balls for the low

Salmon with the capers, caviar for the flavors

Shit, I'm on a roll, nigga

Wait a minute

Y'all motherfuckers can't touch me, son

Cannot touch me, nigga

I guess anyone can dream

I guess anyone can dream, huh

Different

You must've lost your goddamn mind, huh

Let me shout out my fuckin' team, nigga

Shout out my nigga, Payso

My boy, Dom, from Italy

The Queen Hornet Society of Art

Sha, Mardi, Ill-Rooted, Phame

Shout out my nigga, Ron The Great

Forelli Mafia

Shout out my nigga, K-Prez too from Jersey

My nigga, Aaron Rodriguez

Frank Nitty

Man, shout out my nigga, Joey Bo too, while we're at it son fuck it

Drewski, I need some more weed, my nigga

What's up with it

Gone

I'm outta here