50

Indica:

50, yuh

I feel like I'm 50, yuh

My fade looking crispy, yuh

We mobbin' like 6 deep, yeah

Pull up in New York City, yeah

I feel like I'm 50

Aye

My fade looking crispy

And I keep a Glock with me

Yuh, aye

I feel like I'm 50, yuh

Croosh:

Aye

When I'm in New York, aye

Hit the milly rock, aye

If you talking hot, Indi got the goal

Here for the weekend, Queens for night

Yeah

I took your bit*h, she my queen for the night

Feel like I'm in G-Unit, frontin' but I see through it

Windows from the penthouse, I can see the sea through it

Money on the counter, can't promise you it's legal

Whipping round in the Regal, bit*h I'm fly as a eagle

Indica:

I just got back from Paris, I feel weird not in Paris

I just ate me an apple, I just cut up a carrot

Yuh

Fu*king with Lisa, I just ate me a pizza

I straight cash out on Visa, yuh real nice to meet you(Yeah)

Coming back to Earth now

Yeah, yuh

Heading back to work now

Yeah

Eyes bloodshot from the good drug shot

Nobody I trust, they never liked us(Yuh, yuh)

Indica:

I feel like I'm 50

Yuh

My fade looking crispy

Yuh

We mobbin' like 6 deep

Yeah

Pull up in New York City

Yeah

I feel like I'm 50

Aye

My fade looking crispy and I keep a Glock with me

Yuh, aye

I feel like I'm 50

Yuh