They got me dusting off my Lo’wearMy baby mother back too slick talking with the cold stare You know it’s money over bitches, please don’t make me go there Couple stacks up in the Lo’Mansion Goin’ nowhere Fresh tags in the stash like cash in the safe Nigga stay in yo lane, bitch stay in yo place My older cousin a butch, she’ll come and spray this place Transform to a lawn chair, huh this aint fare She’ll let ya lady lay on her face She the one that taught me how to cut, carve serve the base Realest nigga in a room without a dick below his waste Put on Grandma gown and take the work up out of state Said my future was in rapping, so the risk she gonna take I’m in the kitchen waiting with the Pyrex and the plate Family first, pray Allah got our back Ya Gods big up there, but down here my God is strapped First its lightening Then thunder gonna crack the sound is frighten Not compared to a corpse on its back This what we seen late night moving Crack Chorus: (Uh) Sipping Ralph’s Coffee Praying to God the demons back up off me (uh uh) Sipping Ralph’s Coffee Praying to God the demons back up off me Light my spliff and let me be free (uh uh uh) Sipping Ralph’s coffee Leopard patches, knee caps, pink laces Travis Scott ones, Golden Guns, Gold Aces Familiar faces All the same when cash exchanges So much cash going through customs wanna detain us And then it’s selfies, hashtags we “Nigger famous” Almost ASAP Rocky me, foreign haters Calisthenics and cardio looking like a skater Weight up & cut up, added soda by the bater All glass, calculated moves all math Disposable bitches minus the ass, all trash Head was Asi Asi Light a spliff like shower posse Lean back on the Beamer cross my feet and watch’em, watch me Yeah that’s how it go if you’n post it on the gram (Uh) L’s in the cipher but we never going H.A.M. (Uh) We know better (uh) We do better (uh) We see this money like we never seen cheddar let’s go Chorus: (Uh) Sipping Ralph’s Coffee Praying to God the demons back up off me (uh uh) Sipping Ralph’s Coffee praying to God the demons back up off me Light my spliff and let me be free (uh uh uh) Sipping Ralph’s coffee

I visit Homies on the other side Incase you couldn’t tell Rolling up this rappers choice you can’t smell Eyeballing narcotics ever since the age of 12 A smart device in my eyes was a digital scale I should’ve started Bud Hub since I delivered it well Cop a barrel receive a shotgun with a box of shells Thats on the house Good as gold like Lenny S. couch Three hundred I wouldn’t pay a penny less for a ounce Bounce Six-Foes, basketball and bad checks Or the chick that’s in a uber now for giving bad sex Too cute to suck a dick and swallow a nut bae But got the nerve to text and ask for $40 bucks OK You never heard “i’on play with kids and I’m a grown man Now what part of that last line you don’t understand Go back to the drawing board and come up with a different plan Lo’Life forever til we get the upper hand We from the OtherSide Where we’on talk too much Ran the streets all our life dodging narcs and such Now we relax Dussè poured in the cup Homie give me a light let me spark this Dutch We from the OtherSide Where we’on talk too much Ran the streets all our life dodging narcs and such Now we on the beach DUSSE in a cup Homie give me a light let me spark this Dutch Talks in the muslanne Trust funds from loose change To strategize life could take two brains Stack and then repeat the simplest two things Follow suit correctly start to do things Gain control of your motions restrain mood swangs No time for feelings when getting this loot mang Set that shit aside Along with all the pride Strap on your seatbelt prepare to take a ride My actions predatory, not the prey that’ll hide Niggas in they hood yelling they outside I’m way across the country, sitting across town Sitting inside a trap, vacuum sealing some pounds With some niggas i’on know but faces look familiar Any sucka shit and they liable to kill ya We from the OtherSide Where we’on talk too much Ran the streets all our life dodging narcs and such Now we relax Dussè poured in the cup Homie give me a light let me spark this Dutch We from the OtherSide Where we’on talk too much Ran the streets all our life dodging narcs and such Now we on the beach DUSSE in a cup Homie give me a light let me spark this Dutch