Sandlot - T.Y., Curren$y

My neck and wrist both smothered in gold

And it feel like I gained a few pounds 'cause this shit weigh a load

See that Wraith like driving a boat

Put that mother fucker on the interstate, and watch how it float

My nigga Spitta yea he taught me the most

Out in ATL Mean Streets Studios cooking up dope

I play the sweats with the Louis V coat

And like a mob boss unto our accomplishments we toast

I’m hella fed up with fools who breakin' the code

Had to go and bless my neck with a lil' rose gold

And homie mad 'cause his bitch watch all my videos

Tuned in like ya boy her favorite episode

I don’t hustle for these hoes, never did never will

Was motivated when I seen Boosie crib

Knowing that I could get it, so that’s what I did

Hitting bitches out the park on some homerun shit

Yea nigga this the sandlot

Knocking bitches out the park back to they mans spot

Don C slash Mitchell & Ness collab shorts at my gym class ball out

All net or I might kiss it off the glass

Wrong sport my bad, we on a baseball diamond

This is high priced rhyming

I spell my gang name with diamonds

Slid up with my young homie behind me in his own Maserati

No bitch I didn’t buy it

He put his hustle down, he went out there and got it

He was the lil dawg now he like my grown patna

I’m proud of my young playa, I sit back and watch him

I told him that these hoes they for everybody

They not your property

Did she fuck your homie?

yea probably

But that’s not important, focus on building your monopoly

Them bitches gon' be where them dollars be, follow me

And I could show you some of that killa that my homegirl been growing

Act like you been knowing

Yea

Yea nigga this the sandlot

Knocking bitches out the park back to they mans spot