Headed to 10th grade end of summer we'd shop
My nigga Ant got em a grill 6 fronts at the top
I asked em what they run like 100 a pop
Shit we can go tomorrow if you wanted to cop
Say less
Walked in the spot wit like 200 flat
Headed down the aisle towards the booths in the back
They selling jewelry tvs shoes and doing tats
Everything for the low low and they ain't including tax
Some Niggas sold mixtapes some niggas sold beats
Approached a booth with a sign that read Gold Teeth
I recognized the dude behind the counter there to greet me
B real from intoxicated my sister had the CD
Was quick to show em love reciting some of his lines
Was shocked we knew the lyrics he reminisced on the times
My nigga got a grill from you, now I'm getting mine
He said bet, I'll get you right lemme know
What u got in mind

5616 memorial drive
Where many niggas from the city stories collide
You ain't gotta hit the jewelry store for ya ice
Just hit this spot n cop at an affordable price
Dickie suits Girbauds and knockoff bags
At any given moment Shit can pop off bad
If you on a budget this is how you ball
You can get it all at the value mall

So now we driving Ant mama whip
Pull up on hoes hop out to politic
10kt gold behind my bottom lip
40 ounce you hear the clink when the bottle hit
School back in session
Scratch a lesson
I'd rather make a cool ass impression
I'll let you ask the questions
And fumble through text books while Im fumble through txts
From hoes I hit, and tryna see which hoes comin through next
Nigga still schemin grill gleaming I made sure to smile
Confidence from compliments on how it compliment my style
Lunchtime Niggas beatin on tables and rappin
Took my golds out and put it inside a napkin
Big booty redbone tapped me and said Wuts hannin
…she on my dick now... before she was actin
Bell rang I went and Dumped the food that's on my tray
Got back in class and I realized I threw my shit away