Fancy

Shorty love my drip, she always say I'm fancy

I was taught to keep a tool on me like Handy Manny

I don't pop X, that was the cause of death for brother Danny

And I don't do this shit for fame, I do it for my family

One dribble to the baseline, then fade away like Brandy

Ran off on a plug, I knew he was sweet just like a piece of candy

I'm on the block, posted up, hands out like Moose and Bambi

My momma really told me G-Dot died, I said it can't be

Yellow lights up in the stew, this is how I live

You can make it if you work hard, but that's only if

Balmain jeans and chrome heart shirt, nigga, I been comin' diff