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