0:16Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
0:19Educated, so I put her in the cut
0:31Two hoes and I think I did too much
0:34I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
0:45Bet that girl get lonely, introduce her to my humor
0:49It's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber
0:53Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
0:57I been tucked away, dodgin' blood-suckin' maneuvers
1:17Huh, okay, just say you not ready
1:19Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
1:21Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
1:25Okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
1:27Okay, okay, hold the confetti
1:29Okay, okay, you say you not ready
1:33They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
1:37You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
1:41You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
1:45They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
1:49I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, pg my Rollie
1:52Turnin' out tops and the tall bitches, that remind me of the old days
1:56Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
1:58What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh
2:00I'm a young poetic nigga, I just go at it, nigga, I'm a hoe at it, nigga
2:04You could ask my mama, we poetic, nigga
2:06I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
2:08I can't waste no time on a co-edded, nigga
2:10Bro code, me and Dad count through seven figures
2:12Raised around bottles and dope fiends
2:13On a high seat since the day I turned 16
2:15747, I'm starin' at plane wings
2:17Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy)
2:21Huh, okay, just say you not ready
2:23Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
2:25Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
2:29Okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
2:31Okay, okay, hold the confetti
2:33Okay, okay, just say you not ready
2:37They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
2:41You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
2:45You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
2:49They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
2:52Everybody wanna be great, but the work don't relate him to life
2:55Be mistakin' the truth, nigga
2:56I remember bankin' with Chase, like 400K
2:58Starin' at it, I ain't know what to do, nigga
3:00Now I look at money like a resource
3:01Every contract gotta put my kid's family in school
3:04Health and wealth, goin' deep for it, do right for my next life
3:08I remember roaches, momma lost focus
3:10I was at home, no lights, no food
3:12Heard that the joke is "Hykeem broke"
3:14And head to the ground when I walk in school
3:16Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
3:18Granny, I won't abide by the rules
3:20I shall reside with advisers to boom
3:22Fuck that, Booman, let me get some too
3:24Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
3:26And the cars and the clothes and the jewels (jewels, oh)
3:28Every lil' bitch that's born looking like soft porn
3:30Only meant for your ego to bruise (bruise, oh)
3:32Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
3:34You gon' live in this world confused ('fused, woah)
3:36Every day, the hate restored and the faith get short
3:38Fuck that, let me get some too
3:40Nigga, my livelihood was understood
3:42That the roof I'm in not bool
3:44Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
3:46"Keem, wanna share that hoe?" Bro move
3:48Nigga wanna fake sneak diss
3:49'Cause I fucked his bitch in a black hatchback
3:51I front in the pics when the heart don't match
3:53Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy
3:55Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
3:58Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
4:00Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
4:03Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
4:04Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
4:06Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
4:09Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (like what these niggas on, like?)
4:13Ain't shit changed, still fuckin' and rappin'
4:15Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh
4:17Her friend got pornography habits ("Give me that bitch!" "But, sir!")
4:22Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang (pgLang, fool)
4:25Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang (she's hot)
4:29Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang)
4:32Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (we're not the Wayans)
4:36Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (he's Baby Keem)
4:39I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game (a Range Rover)
4:43Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf
4:46Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
4:49Take one, take two, take three, heave it
4:53Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
4:57Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?
5:01Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
5:03Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
5:05Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
5:07Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
5:09Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
5:11Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
5:14Let's get this shit, let's, hmm