Letra de Era

[Intro]:
I think I may have to take it back to like, like 10 years ago, you know?
BIG Meech era, you feel me?
Real, real motivation for a street nigga
Real, real motivation for a street nigga, ugh

[Verso 1]:
Pull up in all color Ferraris
Bitches in tiaras
Gettin' head while I'm steering
Everybody else starving
Everybody else staring
Shawty got the Mclarian and I had the 7
Pulled up at the compound, clothes smelling like gun powder (boom)
Salute all the real niggas and real bitches that got they own bottles
I was snapping before fabo my raps come with a halo
Went out with Jeezy we spent pesos like J-bo
Took E’s to the 20 Grande he got a pistol on him and 20 grand
A couple things I ain't glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying (Scarface)
Everybody need to calm down
Stand right by your homie's side
Gunshots in this motherfucker turn this bitch into a homie-side (yeah)

[Coro]:
Over a million sold they say I'm crossing over
Oh yeah the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
My whole body inked, my family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie (I did)
Big Meech era
Japanese Dinner
Trap in these denim (damn)
Ain't stuntin these women (naaa)
Wood grain steering wheel I might get a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

[Interlude]:
Put this shit down, that shit, I can smell that moon rock
I got to tell you how that shit started
(real real motivation for a street nigga)
(real, real, real, real, real, real, real)

[Verso 2]:
Trapping off the court, on the back porch (I did)
Had that pack ordered, we was backed up (we was nigga!)
That’s that good shit, that’s that hood shit (we hood)
You a cute bitch, and your crew thick (I like)
Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick (this long)
With a Blue Da Vinci, dog food bricks (Heroin)
Snowman on repeat, rest in peace, Nando
I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too
When brawl witchu we send them bottles through we send the marters through
I'm on the Carter 2
Like Tyrese was on the Marta, too
They start calling too
They starting falling through
Got them chickens boy like a barbecue (tell em)
Talk to lame niggas something we hardly do
I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them. (okay)
I think my rollie harder this an AG party

[Coro] x2:
Over a million sold they say I'm crossing over
Oh yeah the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
My whole body inked, my family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie (I did)
Big Meech era
Japanese Dinner
Trap in these denim (damn)
Ain't stuntin these women (naaa)
Wood grain steering wheel I might get a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

[Conclusi�n]:
I think we found a winner
Uh-oh, flexing contest I think we found a winner
Pull up in some shorts, middle of December
Flex, ooh