[Intro: Trinidad James]
I’m at dinner with my side chick
Tryna keep it private
She said she lost her appetite
I swear baby Ima find it
Here come my n***a
My N***a wanna a picture
I thought he was a fan
Now my n***a wanna feature
C’mon N***a (x3)
[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
Now my n***a wanna deal
And he keep looking at me serious
I look back at my bitch
And she say I should the n***a
He showing me his soundlcoud
I tell him save the trouble
I try to give the email
But he only want the number
He asked
How u get verified
You pay for it or something
How yo Gold song go
Man that shit was funny
He asked
Should I do a Major
Or make independent money
I said n***a where my salmon at
And I don’t want no onions
[Verse 2: 31 Gramms]
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Might not be too disrespectful n***a
I’m just tryna spit
To you at least a verse
But you about to make your food be hit
I just got out of a jail
I don’t care nothing bout this shit
I don’t want no fucking job
I’m just tryna go legit
So why the fuck you tripping N***a
I thought you was real
Well bless me with a verse
Help a n***a get a deal
I want gold all on my watch
Got a lil gold in my chain
Why the fuck You being so lame
God Damn n***a you change
I hope that lil change
Last younger than your lil fame
And I heard you did a lil movie
Tryna revive your lil name
Well listen
Forget it
Know I’m still good for a picture
Oh Nah
Well Fuck You then !!
Ole Hollywood Ass N***a
Gramm
He’s gon hate you and your city
You know?
And I advise everybody wants to get money get out they city, man
Cause that’s where the hatred gone come
You know?
People be like, that’s how I was at first you know
I ain’t going no where
I ain’t going no where