1998 - Maxo Kream, Joey Bada$$

Wake up early, trapping late

Serving niggas by the gates

Shooting dice I let em' skate

Six and eight, they running mates

Getting money imma bag that

These bitches they can wait

(Hook):

Gave my worker’s 4 pounds told 'em bring me 98

Matching Fubu with the Bape that was back in 98'

20 dollars for the drank, that was back in 98'

Starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in 98'

Gotta hundred round drum, hit your ass wtih 98'

(Verse 1): (Maxo Kream)

Blowing O Dog, Like Larenz Tate

Running your mouth like Crest Colgate

Run in your house if I want I’m a take

Take everything but the sink and fishtank

My dick ain’t free, I’m a make a bitch pay

Shoot a nigga up with the Mac 90k

Nintendo 64, we don’t play 2k

Prank call phone, rollin' two-ways

25 lighters, gotta pocket full of stone

Don’t call my phone, if you’re not a yellow-bone

I’m an H-town nigga, so I need extra dome

Keep a duece of the screw, double cup, styrofoam

Drop a lot of Molly, cause I get it by the key

For the sherm heads got the PCP

My boys goin' pop I ain’t talkin' Backstreet

My guns goin' pop and the bullets «in sync»

Stay comin' down, always Po’d up, Blowing Orange OJ

Oh Say Bronc-o, Drop a four and a bar in a p.

of soda.

Jumping on a grey (?) take, got me screwed up

Round 98 I was sippin an 8

Bad Indian bitch I was in the second grade

Had a southside fade with four ways

Running outside fucking up my new J’s

Right around the same time, I done saw my first bike

Sitting on the porch chillin' in the front yard

Goin' hard or goin' home, everyday had to fight

Woop a niggas ass for some Poke’mon cards

WWF X PAC went hard

Running round school telling my teacher to suck-it

Momma used to woop my ass real hard

Act a damn fool when I’m out in public

(Pre- Hook):

Wake up early, trapping late

Serving niggas by the gates

Shooting dice I let em' skate

Six and eight, they running mates

Getting money imma bag that

These bitches they can wait

(Hook):

Gave my worker’s 4 pounds told 'em bring me 98

Matching Fubu with the Bape that was back in 98'

20 dollars for the drank, that was back in 98'

Starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in 98'

Gotta hundred round drum, hit your ass wtih 98'

(Verse 2):(Joey Bada$$)

Over bad cop, and this ragtop

Fuck a good cop, I’ve never met one

Stay tipsy like Jkwon, make the hood hop

I drop napalms

Stay calm I drop 8 bombs

But you feel that thump when that bass goin'

Every past sales we face thump, get so high, nigga face numb

My time money, I never waste none, Shaun coming don’t get some

The Steaks are high, I got three supplies

Grill motherfucker till he well done

Get deep Fried, they sat Louis, know my nigga Lex stay with the toolie

Flip a nigga ta-rantualas, turn rat niggas to ratatouille

Crook a nigga, know I had to do it

New-York back, you know I had to prove it

Money is my slang, nigga, y’all niggas don’t speak it fluent

Fact y’all niggas can’t speak at all

One more word I’m a fucking lose it

Got a king size bed, don’t sleep at all

So when your queen give it up, get the pussy bruised

Oh My, mouths stayed glued to my dick and balls

I bust her jaw.

Until it hit the door

But don’t trip nigga, it’s still yours

Soon as I get to score, that’s when you get the call

It’s like a chain reaction, you fuck up, she back for more

(Pre- Hook):

(Hook):

(Outro Loop)