Saya ay, flute... bringing back my real style... let's go... Holla was for real a freestyle, I don't say nothing, she end up for me, I'm not saying bulls**ts I'm dippin into, you,no rappin to to to to, yeah yeah, in the streets we pull out the scat pack, the police started to run they back, shot in the air cuz we black, I can't feel it now in my hands, now you can feel the beat, I know I don't play this in this crib, so I'm so sorry my G, gangster talkin only s**t, this argoment isn't so deep, what do you hide? let's see, not going out only for IG, spend your time with your family, she call me baby, 20k for a Richard Mille, a window is broke wipe it, not with your phone, I know cuz I'm on the throne, jumpin on the block yelling  ( oh wow,oh wow,) I don't tell him (oh wow oh wow) she roast those  (oh wow oh wow ) nostalgia on my sweet dia (oh wow oh wow) flute go hard in these days you know that it isn't going to be the difficult way, I'm making my own money Saya