| Hand off like it was potent, | 
| Or like it was emotions, or like it was reloaded, | 
| Or like it was the start of what you was starting to go with, | 
| And as soon as you started it every part of you noticed, | 
| Coupes out in front of the 'jects, tall numbers, | 
| Or cooped into whatever’s left that they bought from us, | 
| Shop don’t close 'cause the neighbors change, | 
| Same way cops know to roll when the date say | 
| The 1st to the 3rd, a g-pack could make it all seem better, | 
| Until it’s paddy wagon car seat weather, | 
| That’s year round, the thought of who’s here now interrupting a sale, | 
| Or pulling up on a Citibike and wanting some crills, | 
| It’s all basic, Venmo begging, call it patience, | 
| Know if you get caught up with them, the call changes, | 
| Dusse by the cases, do say what’s the wagers, | 
| And please do believe they do say what your name is, for real | 
| Call it heirlooms and accessories, | 
| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, | 
| Now go pass that to who you love, | 
| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real | 
| Call it heirlooms and accessories, | 
| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, | 
| Now go pass that to who you love, | 
| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real | 
| Two states over to stay up under, | 
| Numbers ain’t matching but you can still make these wonders, | 
| Like, wonder if all of these pieces is still shooting, | 
| Checking on a meter to see if one of them thru with, | 
| All of 'em get to moving so you moving, | 
| Swindling a store like swindling an award, | 
| I’m, more Issa Rae, if we’re sorta the same Ima support, | 
| And carry all of that with me to the door, | 
| Like carrying last names, | 
| Or carrying a pistol for the minute that bag came, | 
| And opening the bag to see it’s nothing that bag claimed, | 
| And carrying the calling of them seeing their last days, | 
| Unless that bag change, | 
| Or carrying honor like you carried a stance | 
| Or being asked by your neighbors if you can carry your man | 
| With 5 others, don’t nothing surprise none of us, | 
| So whoever surprised would kill to come outside and live beside one of us, | 
| Til it come to the numbers, | 
| And one of those 5 get called to jump up inside | 
| That pine and you get to running, like fuck it, | 
| It’s prolly safest to just live it off a playlist | 
| And tell us how it provided inspiration | 
| I’m inspired by knowing that pots really work, | 
| Shots really turn a starter into a martyr if the top send a word, | 
| And word be in the air like picturing what you heard, | 
| And know whoever’s looking is listening to it first, you heard? | 
| Call it heirlooms and accessories, | 
| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, | 
| Now go pass that to who you love, | 
| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real | 
| Call it heirlooms and accessories, | 
| And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, | 
| Now go pass that to who you love, | 
| And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real | 
| Consider what just occurred, | 
| All that could be got and the feelings that could emerge, | 
| And they said that they get it but to see what it be worth | 
| Is asking for them to see off of the curb, | 
| ‘cause they saw it but all of them told me they got it from here, | 
| Long as they’re dealing with product in here, | 
| Know the whole line up is bout it in here, | 
| Won’t no one ever have problems in here, | 
| All of these baggies they got up in here?, | 
| Fuck could they ever be worried about?, | 
| Snipers is on, swipers is on, | 
| Shit is like they never heard of a drought, for real, | 
| Like «what the lick read?, we just want everything lit B, | 
| As long as you kick it at this speed, we can relate to all this G’s, | 
| Trapping up out of an M3, light work til the Range come, | 
| We be out here with the right work, light work, shit is A1», | 
| And so, I heard it all and replied, I bet you I know it too well, | 
| Catching a lick is a high, you just gotta know when you fell, | 
| Fell into a bag that you can flip into a couple more, | 
| Now you in your bag and shit is hitting like you fucking thought, | 
| «He said that’s just what I mean», and he got to popping a zan, | 
| He got a spot up in reach, he said he got him a plan | 
| Plan goes, «anything goes when opportunity knocks, | 
| Fam knows, we gonn' let it go, do what you do if it pops!», | 
| They get to spotting the vics, Balenciaga’s is lit, | 
| They in the spot with the stick, like «ayo they got it to give, | 
| So ayo they gotta get got», they get to rolling and rocking the spot, | 
| Do it and get in and out with the grips, | 
| Neighbors is watching the property drop, | 
| Snaps is litty, mixing the Dusse with Henny, | 
| Hammers tucked under the Fendi, neighborhood know you get busy, | 
| But that neighborhood ain’t a gimmie, it ain’t been yours in a while tho, | 
| Same custi’s on citibike’s is pointing out pictures with 5−0, | 
| And all of the change that you saw | 
| That you igged cause you thought | 
| Would never change how you’re on, is everything you knew par, | 
| It’s everything they shoot for, based on what you’re here for, | 
| They never could’ve been more right if your type is to hear wrong, | 
| Heirlooms and accessories, all hang so pleasantly | 
| Pass that to who you love, treat that like weaponry |