[Intro]
(DTB, that's a slap)

[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Stepped in the booth, I just poured out the brick
I can get it out a ho and I can get it out a bitch
Real street n***a, send a pack, send a hit
Wipe a n***a nose, you ain't gettin' back shit
Name a hood talkin' shit I ain't spinned
Try to come to 22nd and got hit
Pussy ass ain't been back since
Haha, shit don't make no sense

[Verse 1: 22nd Jim]
Gotta watch these n***as close and analyze they motives
Always n***as who be close that hit a n***a lower
In the reds with thirty thousand and a blower on me
By myself, still thirty deep, but you won't know it's on me
60K up on my wrist and you can tell the difference
Exotic smoke, this ain't dip, you can taste thе difference
Thеy can free the opps today and it wouldn't make a difference
I done scored for my n***as, bitch, I make a difference
I was sellin' back in class, I ain't no angel, n***a
Lost Dame, same week, I had to spank a n***a
Let that Wock' get in my body, I be blankin', n***a
Come off the hip with this 40, tryna bake a n***a
Money turned you n***as soft, it made me dangerous, n***a
Go broke, them hoes gon' laugh and they gon' shake a n***a
Lock me up and throw the key and it won't break a n***a
Ain't a n***a 'round this bitch can say he made a n***a, it's Jim, n***a
[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Stepped in the booth, I just poured out the brick
I can get it out a ho and I can get it out a bitch
Real street n***a, send a pack, send a hit
Wipe a n***a nose, you ain't gettin' back shit

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, wipe a n***a nose, take a n***a ho
Lil' cousin, he keep the 40 on him, tell him when to go
Hit the H, buy 'em for the low, send 'em to the O
I be out paranoid as fuck, n***as really broke
Yeah, rubber band man, fuckin' right, hell yeah
What you want? I'll drop it off, I'm the mailman
Ridin' low, shawty top me off, say she got a man
Send a text, say she proud of me, I'm in Prada pants
Bitch, I'm in Raf Simons, no L's, got the 'Cat spinnin'
Set the bag down, said I quit, but I'm back in it
Goyard tote, fuck a ho, put some racks in it
In a penthouse wrappin' work, I'm a rap n***a
Really, I been runnin' for a minute, I done lapped n***as
Hop in yellow V-cut millions with some rap bitches
See, really, it's a real big difference, 'cause it's facts, n***a
You ain't never seen one clean with the stamp in it

[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Stepped in the booth, I just poured out the brick
I can get it out a ho and I can get it out a bitch
Real street n***a, send a pack, send a hit
Wipe a n***a nose, you ain't gettin' back shit