[Verse 1] Tires on screech, burn rubber Pockets I swore, I stutter That's fake cash my brother Get real stacks, my brother (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Stressing 'bout forewear, I cannot see Man's got pressure, now pressure's on me When we rise up those milli's on me, I know (I know, fuck!) [Chorus] Tell me how it is, like this, like this, I know (Hold up,...Learn More