[Intro]
Shit could've been real
Shit could've got oh shit
We could've been fire
That would've looked so so
I might've forgot alot
But never forgot that ass, how you feel

[Verse 1: Bizzy Crook]
Streets talk starts wars motherfuckin' hater
Matte black Phantom bitch I feel like Darth Vader
I'm always up before the young boy who get the paper
Made a jump away fader, still ain't get a post for FADER

[Hook: Bizzy Crook]
I had it all together I just needed help with structure
I just needed help with structure
I knew exactly how I seen it I just needed help with structure
I just needed help with structure
I took a shopping cast out, would've been nice to have some structure
Would've been nice to have some structure
We hit the club and racked out but yo
Where the fuck was structure
Ayo where the fuck was structure

(Shit could've been real)

[Verse 2: Bizzy Crook]
My n***a Harv used to scoop me in that Benz after school
15, used to let me whip the Benz so they know
Young n***a gettin' money is all a n***a ever knew
Dope boy, you don't even knew til you see this coupe
He said this shit here is for me [?]
This shit is not for you
And the music gon pay off real soon, real soon
That was my ride or die n***a, now rest in peace
I try to keep these n***as off the streets
Not everybody cooks but everybody wanna eat
They wanna piece of mine and I just want my fuckin' mind at peace
I know all they tactics I'm just thinkin' past it
I'm thinkin' forwards, n***as thinkin' backwards
If this was '09 and you was talkin' numbers, I was thinkin' plastic
Ayo that shit was back then, look

[Hook: Bizzy Crook]
I had the blueprint all along I just needed help with structure
I just needed help with structure
Fans flip flights from New Orleans man I wish I used some structure
Man I wish I used some structure
Remember we was talkin' in Orlando so you could bring me structure
I feel like you could bring me structure
Then we hit the club next night ayo you really had me fucked up
Ayo you really got me fucked up

[Verse 3: Bizzy Crook]
Young rich n***a can't afford to take a day off
Young big homie on these labels rap radar
Cuz even when its practice, I treat it like the playoffs
I never stress shit, my n***a let it shake off
On my way to Dallas, textin' Dallas
Slept in Cali now I woke up on the Twitter damn she got the fattest
And now the bitches been good
But come to think, I don't really fuck as much as I could
The pussies like liquor when you out backstages
I mean its always there but I don't always take it
I peep everything I just don't always say shit
I'm just lookin' for the ones that said that I won't make it
Yup, good look, no hard feelings mothafucka

[Outro]
And I told you, you ain't hear me on the radio everywhere you go
All your girls bumpin' 84 you can't escape me though
All your girls hit me on the low bitch probably hate me though
I'm just out here gettin' money but you probably hear me though
(Where the fuck is structure [x3])