[Verse 1]
And I was never into NASCAR, but I always wanted a fast car
I knew that’s what I had to get to get the bad broads
And live like all the rap stars and n***as slapping backboards
There ain't too many roads to riches for us black boys
Sometimes I feel like it’s a wrap for us
But then I play a track and my voice be sounding like my dad’s voice
Maybe I’m angry cause I’m chasing all my past joys
Maybe I’m changing cause change is all that I ask for
But yo I still ain't got no change up in my cash drawer
Feel like I’m trying to hide my pain behind a glass door
Then Shegan gave me a place to crash in the crash course
I wasn’t even mad when you made us crash in the RAV-4
But that was back when I used to smile and laugh more
And that was back when I used to think I would have more
The past years past by in a fast forward
And I don’t know if I should cry or if I should clap for it

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, how can you trust someone, when you don’t even trust yourself
How can you love someone, when you don’t even love your-

[Chorus]
All these n***as ain't my n***as
Can't be hanging around no n***as always on some dumb n***a shit, yeah
So many mistakes in the past, but sometimes I’m missing it, yeah
And all these girls ain't my girls
They just girls hoping they can be my girl when a n***a rich, yeah
I don’t want to fall in love right now, but baby I’m still interested, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I thought writing would make it right, but I was wrong
Ain't got no “ride or dies” just n***as here to ride along
Nobody ask if I’m alright, they just like “write a song”
I never cry, but please don’t take that as a sign of strong
I’m just not good at being open
I’d rather just bottle all my emotions and wait until the explosion
Which usually results in songs where I’m sounding broken
Cultivating a way to get compensated for coping
But lately I ain't found shit
I’m doing 105 down the interstate, and I think I’m ‘bout to downshift
And push it to a buck-fifty
And God if my time’s up you can come get me
Cause I been feeling like a waste of space
And I remember on the Calen tape
I said “it’s paper, no more paper plates
Ain't got a day to waste”
Yeah, and take them songs, they ain't really aging great
Guess I should’ve just worked harder on my fadeaway

[Bridge]
Ain't got no “ride or dies" just n***as here to ride along
Nobody ask if I’m alright, they just like “write a song”
Push it to a buck-fifty, downshift
D-d-d-d, push it to a buck-fifty
Push it to a, push it to a, push it to a
[Chorus]
All these n***as ain't my n***as
Can't be hanging around no n***as always on some dumb n***a shit, yeah
So many mistakes in the past, but sometimes I’m missing it, yeah
And all these girls ain't my girls
They just girls hoping they can be my girl when a n***a rich, yeah
I don’t want to fall in love right now, but baby I’m still interested, yeah