Yeah, turn that muthafucka up Nolan Woah, know what I'm saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin' danger I got my mothafuckin' pistol in my pocket, ya dig? Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga We in the back, nigga, way in the back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Ac' Mane, c'mon with the kap, bruh Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer My third foreign car, it was a Porsche My fourth foreign car you can't afford My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion My draws got them horses, my car got them horses Rocking some Prada like they was Air Forces We had no choices Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah You wasn't there when mama was struggling You wasn't there when mama was fussing Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the mustard I had a Chevelle and wanted a cutlass I went to work and I made an abundance Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion And she got an onion and I wanna rub it We hanging off the net, see that's where my office at We dressed all in black We got 'em calling back, just went to the mall and back When you was the quarterback, I had them quarter sacks Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale (Riverdale Road, nigga) He was there, he was there, you weren't there He was there, she was there (Riverdale Road, nigga) Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah I know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, yeah I know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Okay, from grams to Grammys Okay, from fans to family I went from trips we tryna plan To cribs in south Miami They got my vision fancy She trigger finger antsy I told the bitch she got to sit down Just to understand me They asking, "What's the plan, b?" I don't have a plan b I told 'em this shit got to work It's just like candy to me I mean it's hard but it's sweet I'm drench God in the streets I break the law in the sheets I make her cum on repeat I know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, oh yeah I know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Riverdale, Riverdale!