text: DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin planet 
  Escomoe free 
  I been lookin at the sun, but cant worry
  Im my mama oldest son, cant get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I aint make a three, now Im Curry
  I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah
  Im used to the murder, Im from Philly
  Money man, my money rubber bandin, shit get silly
  I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie
  Takin out two hundred at a time, stacked to the ceiling
  I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
  These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building 
  In the penthouse playin with a hundred like woah, I aint got no feelings
  In the penthouse playin with a hundred like woah
  Big old bag like woah
  Get that cash like woah
  Snakes in the grass, got more
  Everything I say gon go
  Platinum Rollie, no gold
  Fuck my girl fast and slow
  You know how life goes
  Man, I got the bands, I cant worry
  Yeah, I can end your whole history
  Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
  Just act like everybody in the game, she said that yall can share me
  See I got the foreign cars, my niggas got foreigns and you know they is not holdin shit
  See me pullin up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership
  And if Im in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
  And look at these niggas, they actin like gangsters, but they really just on some phony shit
  See, I been in the field for a long time
  Bad bitches try to fuck on me, I remember when they aint pay me no mind
  I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
  I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin
  I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil frontin
  I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
  I remember I started runnin this shit, you know Im gonna keep runnin it
  Niggas, they mad cause Im still sixteen when it comes to this
  I been lookin at the sun, but cant worry
  Im my mama oldest son, cant get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I aint make a three, now Im Curry
  I might pop a fuck nigga like a wheelie, yeah
  Im used to the murder, Im from Philly
  Money man, my money rubber bandin, shit get silly
  I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie
  I been lookin at the sun, I cant worry
  Im my mama oldest son, cant get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I aint make a three, now Im Curry
  I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeahIm used to the murders, Im from Atlanta, yeah
  All these bands Im havin, bitch gettin silly, yeah
  I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah
  Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt
  Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
  Knockin it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land
  Sippin on mud like a trap star, its a gift, I count my blessings
  In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah
  Big old bag like woah
  Have a rack go attack like woah
  A whole lot of bitches on go
  A whole lot of bitches on go
  Platinum chain on glow
  How many niggas you drop this week?
  Theyll never let that go
  Shit gettin whacked, nigga tryna get bands
  Streets gettin bloody for these bands
  Too corrupted, you cant be carin
  Hit him in the public, topped him, and ran
  Floodin the ice cause the pain it take
  Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah
  Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty
  Puttin prices on your head like Frank Nitti, yeah
  Niggas get killed on camera in my city
  When I got them bands, I cant worry
  I been lookin at the sun, I cant worry
  Im my mama oldest son, cant get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I aint make a three, now Im Curry
  I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
  Im used to the murders, Im from Atlanta, yeah
  All these bands Im havin, bitch gettin silly, yeah
  I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah
  As long as I got these bands, aint no worries
  Make your bitch my number one fan and rock my jersey
  And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, Im Curry
  Im my mama oldest child, cant get buried
  And a nigga got more stripes in the streets than Burberry