Rocksteady ft. Gach

Fresh off the dog

But zip code changed

Had a whole lotta nothing but I always did my thang

Two thousand four hundred block half a P in my drawls

While my cousin Lil C holding jiggers for the laws

Mind state finna ball, hit the corner store

Fifty count three for ten kinda skimpy but we had to get it in

That was way back when, we was chasing that bread

Playing with the dollar menu but a Mexican stay fed

Got me burning on my last block, tell me how it's lucky?

Greeted with daps and hugs but at the same time it's fuck me

Crooked smiles like nobody wanna trust me