Ayy, uh, let's go, uh, hold on
When it comes to niggas, I don't do no talkin'
When it comes to hoes, I don't like all that talkin'
First of all, let's get on the road
Niggas wanna try to criticize my flow
They claim I'm not from the ghetto, huh
They claim I'm strange, I'm a pedo, huh, uh
I don't give a f*ck how you see me
I'm Lil Core, I'm gon' be me
I'm finnin' for dough, I'm chasin' the C
I don't argue with niggas, I need my peace
I'm makin' my peace, I'm livin' the dream
Family man, ain't talkin' 'bout Keem
Hoe wanna leave, I'm letting her leave, ayy, uh, uh
Root of her thunder, she suckin' like plunger
All this money, I'm thumpin' and bumpin'
Where the bros come from, they come from the slums
You smokin' that shit, it's f*ckin' your lungs
F*ckin' your lungs