[INTRO — SPOKEN LOW] Ski Mask Mayhem. Mm… Omma. Uhhhhh Holla if yuh hear me (Ha ha) [HOOK — SUNG / BACKING RESPONSE] They hooooked on me… (Bitch, I’m the habit.) They hooooked on me… (Dope got ’em addicted.) [AD-LIB — DEEP, GUTTURAL CHEST GRUNT; FORCEFUL ONSET, LONG RASPY “UHHH,” FALLING PITCH; SPOKEN-SHOUTED, NOT SUNG] (Uhhhh) Holla of yuh hear me They hooooked on me… (Bitch, I’m the habit.) They hooooked on me… (Dope got ’em addicted.) [VERSE 1 — LOW, ROLLING DELIVERY] I swing the Cadillac wide, let the back end settle, Gold nameplate lay flat on the burgundy leather. Same corner, new owner, I remember that rent— Now the man who used to rush me gotta ask when it’s sent. (Wait.) [AD-LIB — DEEP, GUTTURAL CHEST GRUNT; FORCEFUL ONSET, LONG RASPY “UHHH,” FALLING PITCH; SPOKEN-SHOUTED, NOT SUNG] (Uhhhh) Had the stove on for heat, had a chair by the door, Now my coat cost a winter and it drag on the floor. Auntie fuss about the mink gettin’ caught in the screen, Then she ask about the light bill—I slid her the cream. (Paid.) Dope money on the table where we used to play spades, Everybody got a hand out, nobody got change. I remember who was dealin’, I remember who passed, Now they wanna be my partner since I doubled the cash. Got a mouth full of gold and a real short fuse, Heard she puttin’ dirt on me, I got land she can use. Bitch, I bought the whole lot, let her talk from the curb— She ain’t never had a point, just a whole lotta nerve. (Ha!) [HOOK — SUNG / BACKING RESPONSE] They hooooked on me… (Bitch, I’m the habit.) They hooooked on me… (Dope got ’em addicted.)(uhhhhh) They hooooked on me… (Bitch, I’m the habit.) They hooooked on me… (Dope got ’em addicted.) [VERSE 2 — MORE BITE, KEEP THE POCKET LOOSE] He was callin’ himself king with his rent past due, Had to borrow my car just to ride with his crew. Talkin’ big at the dice game, twenty on the wood— I done spent more on a nail when the motherfucker broke. (Please.) See, the dope got ’em knockin’, but my name got weight, I can walk into the room, make a handshake wait. Let ’em finish that sentence, let ’em swallow that laugh, I ain’t reachin’ for my purse when I’m checkin’ my bag. (Brrr) Cousin called from the county, had my number by heart, Funny, he forgot to call when I was pushin’ that cart. Paid his lawyer, heard him tell ’em he ain’t owe me a thing— But his freedom got my signature all over the ink. I got silk on my shoulders, got a knot in my jaw, Every siren down the avenue gon’ pause that call. Still I pull up like the mayor, let the whole block stare— Ego need its own seat, put the purse over there. (Move.) [BREAK — DRUMS DROP, BASS CONTINUES] They hooooked on me… (Bitch, I’m the habit.) They hooooked on me… (Dope got ’em addicted.) [FINAL HOOK — FULL HARMONIES] They hooooked on me… (Bitch, I’m the habit.) They hooooked on me… (Dope got ’em addicted.)(uhhhh) They hooooked on me… (Bitch, I’m the habit.) They hooooked on me… (Dope got ’em addicted.) [OUTRO — SPOKEN] Omma. Whole block got my name in its mouth. I should charge for that, too.
