Skeme
Lean and Weed
[Intro: Skeme]
Yeah
I don't talk different lemme think (League of Starz)
Turn it up in iPhone something, bruh
Yeah, Trend, what's happenin'?
Yeah, uh-huh
C remind me of my favourite rapper, yeah
So I'ma do my shit

[Verse 1: Skeme]
Yeah
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I fuck bitches with that magnum, fuck this game with wrong rhymes
Now what these ladies hop, plus I stay up in the streets
Know I’m riding with some thugs, you talk slick, but talk is cheap
Got these bitches bringing pesos, they love to see me shining
Wash my hands on the curve, now I’m covering on my doubts
A young B.G., a Hot Boy, I changed the grind
And did my thang since size of teen and now these labels wanna sign me
I be like maine, watch the shit change
Been tryina get some money since whole city wanna dang
I came from the Harlem tryna hop a better range
All you whacked ass rappers stay the fuck about my lane
I’m holling out maine, hol' up
I think I put so much lean in my cup
Ok, I’m coming down and pouring up, sticking dick up in your slut
Rest in peace to Grippin' dolla bill, why-why we getting buck?
[Chorus]
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man

[Interlude 1: Problem]
Yah (yah)
Late night
Yah, a lil' bro Lay died
Kush the fuck out myself, we get out

[Verse 2: Problem & Skeme]
Pull-pull-pull-pull up, hop out, chain on poppy shit
Kush blowing, tats showing, heavy on my Compton shit
Central laugh, contraband, playing like it’s show time
Cop the shit, box the shit, and have it out in your time
My hoes fine, yes they is, politicking presidents
Killing pussies, killing shit, never leaving, never diss
Thugging with some elegance, get money - graduate
Success is the cycle, so my whole squad's pedaling
Heavy as the metal is, establishing relevance
I gotta admit we do our thang for some ghetto kids
It’s that ghetto feel, high as my bitch stiletto heel
Skeme, I be on your level as soon as I pop my little pill
Now it’s on, roll, we-we’re from heater zone (Four)
N***a on the charge, but he still can get them zones (Low)
Catch me in the cut, don’t be hitting up my phone (Dawg)
The shit just might be bugged, n***a, Volvo
Problem
[Chorus]
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man

[Interlude 2: Skeme]
Yeah
Yo, 'til we get tote it outside
Pick the shit up, huh

[Verse 3: Skeme]
Ok, keeping my cup in my hand and my bitch in my left and I’m riding with working and a bag
And I’m chasing the stacks, n***a just spitting the facts, man all of you n***as is whack
Got finger for paper make sure that they coming, I hop out my church and get one in the lunch
Hop in the booth, you can’t copy the truth, If I get on that juice then you n***as is done
Players wanna play, ballers wanna ball
Sure I got my own, bitch I want it all
3 phones on me, I answer when money call
And if I had a hunned magnums, I still wouldn't fuck with y'all (N***as know)

[Chorus]
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man