[Joe Blow]
You never have to ask what would I do
Cuz' I'll knock a n*gga down if you wanted me to
If you ever in some funk then I'm up in it too
I just do this rap sh*t cuz' I'm f*ckin' with you
I was runnin' in the streets without nothin' to lose
Ever since you vouched for me I got somethin' to prove
Tryna let these n*ggas know that it wasn't a fluke
And that you wouldn't be f*ckin' with me if I wasn't the truth
sh*t I always had hoes, I was known for that
CL-55 AMG I drove in that
Then Jack said I wish my n*gga Joe can rap
Montana said he dope, let em' on a track
Shooters came on, he said get on this
Couldn't believe it when I heard it cuz I knew it was a hit
Camera man Chris recorded me doin' my sh*t
When I came out you told me bruh I'm makin' you big
[Joe Blow]
It wasn't a n*gga 'round who didn't know I pimped
I was always out of state with my b*tch
n*ggas see the blow piece I paid 10 for this
n*ggas thinkin' like this lil n*ggas with the sh*t
It's crazy, that's the next song that we did
Heat makers on the beat me, Jack, and Diggs
Smokin' on Kush got me givin' away grapes now
Now I swear everybody turnin' grapes down
A lotta n*ggas 'round then that ain't now
A lotta n*ggas 'round now, who ain't gettin' down
Ever since we lost Pum man I can't smile
Finna take this sh*t over for The Bay now