[Intro]
This is the minimum
Hands on the wheel
I’m chillin'
Seat back
Black tint
Still winnin'
Heart cold
But the wrist keep spillin'
[Chorus]
This is the minimum
This is the minimum
The minimum
Yamaji minimum words
Minimum stress
This is the minimum
This is the minimum
The minimum
Number 9 on my chest
Yeah
Minimum Gangsta
[Verse 1]
In the car
Two lanes
One scar
ABS grip when it slide on the tar
Classic dress
But the mind bizarre
Quiet on the surface
Loud in the radar
Minimum talk
Let the silence stalk
Big steps
Little chalk when we outline the block
Phone on mute
But the pay don’t stop
Short text: “Come thru” — that’s the whole plot
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Minimum love
Eyes say enough
Arms round waist in the back of the club
Short night
Long drive
City in the glove
Seat lean back
Can’t fake this stuff
Minimum escape
Key in
No brakes
One word typed and the whole room shakes
Small circle
Big stakes
Few real
Most snakes
One look
One nod — that’s all it takes
[Chorus]