[Chorus: Steelo]
I'm from the city of Don Juan
8th grade [lunch] I rockin’ in Sean John
One year later, I was chasing them pompoms
Two years later, I was listening to Cam'ron
Will you get to the damn song?

[Verse 1: Steelo]
Why you wanna fuck now?
I guess we just blame clout
Can't believe you kiss your grandma with that same mouth
[?] surprise, I guess it just came out
12 years in so I see what the game ’bout
Tryna catch my eye, I see you pockin' that thing out
Long story short I end up fucking her brains out
Now I'm at the store for the stuff that gets stains out
It came out but I swear it don't look the same now
And now she texting me about her new dress
I reply, “Who this?”
I'm just joking baby, I can do it
That was last season, lets just put you in the newest
Gucci Bottega it's really just a paper
Of old white faces that money painted with slavers
They gon' try to say that they love us more than they hate us
But only wanna pay up if your rapper making layups
I'm too old for the league, shit a n***a tryna stay up
[Bridge: Steelo]
Like n***a for real, like my, I had tore my ACL
Well I don’t know if I tore my ACL for sure but like
It felt like it, I didn’t get the MRI it was expensive
But n***a I could really hoop, n***as knew me for hoppin' for sure

[Chorus: Steelo]
I’m from the city of Don Juan
8th grade [lunch] I rockin' in Sean John
One year later, I was chasing them pompoms
Two years later, I was listening to Cam'ron
Will you get to the damn song?

[Verse 2: VIC MENSA]
Slime green Cadillac DeVille on gold Daytons at the wheel
There's a P-I-M-P for every four letters written in its grill
I could talk a bitch out her panties quicker than I could spell
D-O-P-E-D-I-C-K hit them hoes like fentanyl
When I was 17 my bottom bitch was 25
Cruisin’ 47th street like Tom in Vanilla Sky
Snow bunnies and dope money it's all on Madison
They think I'm a fuckin' vice lord how I be travilin', ugh
You know my Steelo good green like Ceelo
This baddie from Puerto Rico boppin' me like 'lil chemo
Hockey team on my wrist
Bitch skatin' on my necklace
She see me gettin' to it
Yo hoe askin' for directions
She lookin' lost as she couldn't GPS it
Now she pimp arrested for eyeballin' reckless
My rosters acleticic
Got black girls, white girls, Spanish girls, Killa Cam fur
Get 'em, girl
[Chorus: Steelo]
I'm from the city of Don Juan
8th grade [lunch] I rockin' in Sean John
One year later, I was chasing them pompoms
Two years later, I was listening to Cam'ron
Will you get to the damn song?