| Niggas put they fucking stains on they mouth fam, real talk |
| I don’t know shit 'bout that dude |
| I’m so high, I’m birdgang, feel me |
| I power dan-cing |
| Watch how my mood switch |
| Imma put you through hell for a month |
| Straight for making me beg for you bitch |
| I’ll act all clueless, like who robbed you man |
| Look at the smile on face when you ask how I just bought these shoes man |
| Say thank you then I’m off in the wind |
| Like a corner store bag |
| Y-3 belt for show |
| Got the old ladies mad |
| I forgot I had a show |
| Standing on this corner man |
| I’ma save this and spend the whole cheque on xan |
| Getting older, moms surprise to see me sober |
| Still running niggas over |
| Jerome Bettis on my shoulders |
| Started off with a few rocks, that wasn’t shit |
| Turn this whole thing to boulders |
| Screaming fuck these hoes |
| Down dusty roads |
| Collecting golddust |
| I know my purpose |
| I know how bitches do |
| She snort the right cut |
| Her boyfriend scissor loose |
| I just can’t be the same |
| I miss my train of thought |
| I watched they whole rehearsal |
| They don’t know how they lost |
| I just can’t be the same |
| I miss my train of thought |
| I watched they whole rehearsal |
| They don’t know how they lost |