They Got Sonny

What's your name?

Ace

Ace

Acito?

Yeah

You live in the neighbourhood, right?

Yeah

Look, I gotta get out of here, man, I gotta get back

Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

(Alchemist)

I'm Lulu

What?

Lulu

This shit too easy, nigga

Okay, what kinda name is that?

I don't know, it's my name

Yeah, look, I listen to niggas' albums

Like, "What the fuck all the hype about?"

Like, nigga, I can write one verse that'll wipe 'em out (No cap, huh)

Don't make me bring the '89 Tyson out (Hah)

I'll get it shipped soon as that Louis Off-White come out (Ha)

I dropped a bag, but I can get you blammed free (Cap)

Rather pay the bands and have this shit done

That's hands-free (I dropped a bag on it)

Went from 28 grams to goin' to get a tan ki (Uh-huh)

Only the real street niggas gon' understand me (Yeah, nigga)

I'm from where the kids don't get a new jacket in fall

Roach in the cereal and every spoon black in the drawer

Mama used crack and his pops shoot smack in his arm

He just use that, it's all of the fuel that's in these bars (Woo)

Drivin' ambition

I'm focused on the goal like Kawhi in transition (Ah)

Remember I sold a nigga a pie with grams missin', now I expand fishes

Nigga steal a hundred dollars

Find him with his hands missin', nigga (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, it's grow house when I roll a blunt (Hah)

Nigga got smoked last night, he ain't been home a month (Cap)

Uh, shot to the temple, that's the hole-in-one (Boom, boom, boom)

With a stolen gun, and fuck the police that he stole it from (Hah)

I make a G call and the homies come (They on the way, nigga)

Big ass FN, that shit hold a drum

(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

It's fucked up, I heard my man told to come home early

Your daddy a bitch, that's what I told his son

I listen to rappers' albums, literally mad about the lack of talent

I could lyrically acid wash him, ask about me

Trifecta of respect, the streets, Rikers, and the mountains

Took a toll, I paid ten-fold, behold a man of honor

And rare persona, I exhale a air of nostalgia

Like Don D, I'm an incomparable artist

Transcends, this is a compelling performance

Uncut raw, compressed from the connect to the corner

I carry the heat, aggressive as morning, sweat drippin'

Down my chest in the sauna, majestic in aura

Indeed, you can't impress me with talkin' unless you're a lawyer

Finessin' the court, to take my people from detention to walkin'

My rhyme is a diamond inspired by pressure before it

There's a lesson in every blessin', never ignore it

There's two things I never been, on paperwork or extorted

I'm livin' my truth, no lie, Griselda and Cory, uh

Lulu, money bags

Cito, thank you

Que pasa?

Do you know this man?

No, um, but I'm here about Lulu