Uh, uh, uh, uh Yuh, yuh, yuh I been waiting at the bridge, been tryna cross Sprinting in my Timbs, winded if I limp Hit the digits, hit the lick Where if you, imma hit it I been nervous, check my fingers like the fidget Imma make sure niggas eat If my bigger homies did it in the city, we be sinning See the, rainbow through the prisms, see the goal through the prison Niggas swearing they be down but be the lowest in the scrimmage I was focused in my finish point If it ain't the fam then I'm the quickest one to get annoyed Looking for the cash but I'm too dark to try and get employed When them Canada's For Youth then see em getting choices quake So don't tell me bout the vote, I'm very focused on the lick Hurry, hoisted me a trip, I sip the oyster from the lip I'm down to hit a lick or anything Chrissy got the henny, man that boy get into anything Feeling like I'm Jordan, I be balling, getting many rings Creeping in the crib tonight, crawling like a centipede My nigga we don't speak alike, I'm writing till that sentence bleed Niggas want my soul and my energy So I give em straight soles then a fist to remember me Remember hate rose in the midst of the jealousy The ground break toes when the sprint feel heavenly Baby boy, man I do not wanna gas you up But I'm sorry, nigga you ain't coming after us Spending bread then I bet it's coming back to us In the Bronx and it's smelling like it's Africa Baby boy, man I do not wanna gas you up But I'm sorry, nigga you ain't coming after us Spending bread then I bet it's coming back to us In the Bronx and it's smelling like it's Africa