(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)

Yeah, uh

This how shit supposed to soundThis how our shit sound, yeah

Y′all niggas got a lot of catchin' up to do, yo

Uh, uh

For the hustlers that′s gettin' money, thinkin' fast in business

Who stayed up by playin′ smart and duckin′ bad decisions

I wore hand-me-downs in class, bitches laughed at niggas

Now I rock designer like I'm in the fashion business

I met a plug when I was broke, not to brag, I did it

I broke a nine off in half and got in traffic with it

This for my day one fans, niggas that been listenin′

Who know these rappers not better or as consistent

And when they talk about the streets, it ain't that specific

So I′m a tad suspicious, if it's fact or fiction

Uh, you ain′t in the streets weighin' slabs and fishes

Nigga, you just another rapper tryna have the image

But don't want the scabs and stitches, shit, that come with it

And if you ask me, that′s backwards, nigga, uh

I seen too many real niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me

But still I make this shit look easy

Bitches think I′m lit 'cause they see me

But I was just in the trap with a flip phone, stick, and a TV

Calls from home sayin′, "While you goin' through the roof

It′s rumors back here sayin' what who gon′ do to who"

Been gone for two weeks, been two more funerals

They pulled up dumpin' out of the two-door Subaru

It's all the same, this what we call a game

When you move, it pull you back like a ball and chain

We rap ′bout our real life ′cause it caused us pain

And when you reach certain levels, it 'cause us change

The pain subsides, but the scars remain

I′m one of the realest niggas, that's broad as day

I′m on my "Biggie, Who Shot Ya?" This for my partners still in lockup

Who only call back home to tell us in a box up

They killed Eric Garner just 'cause his posture

But you get life if you hit a cop up

How could we feel that that′s not us?

Our skin 'plexion the same, nigga, please don't be obnoxious

I played with more keys than a locksmith

It′s like I′m good at everything, I got this

Uh, Joe Pesci 38

He got a roach clip burnin' in the ashtray (burnin′ in the ashtray)

You know I'm spendin′ good money, so he love me

Said he down to meet me halfway (down to meet me halfway)

Uh, Joe Pesci 38

My Joe Pesci 38, yeah (my Joe Pesci 38)

This the same gun from Goodfellas

This my Joe Pesci 38 (my Joe Pesci 38)