[Intro]
(Let the band play)
(Chino)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Shit gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down, n***a havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of n***as want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my n***a, I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I get plenty (Guap)
They askin' how it feel to be independent (Huh?)
Bitch, that's a no-brainer, I know you see it (Know you see it)
I be ballin' on these n***as, they ain't got defense (Nah)
Yeah, diamonds on my neck got your bitch seasick (Big rock)
Yeah, and bitch, you know my name, you know I keep it (Big Glock)
I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix (Remix)
These n***as claim they drinkin' Act', shit, they can keep it (Keep that shit)
Yeah, Big Glock, he the shit, it ain't no secret (It ain't no secret, bitch)
These n***as hate me, but they really wanna be me (N***as wanna be me)
I feel like MJ, I'm goin' for another three-peat
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm airborne, they can't see me
[Chorus]
Shit gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down, n***a havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of n***as want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my n***a, I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business

[Verse 2]
Yeah, young rich n***a still chillin' in the trenches, yeah
Told my gang this summer it's gon' be a killing, yeah
I had to tell some fuck n***as keep they distance, yeah
I had to tell my bitches they can keep they feelings, yeah, huh
To theyself
Bitch, I'm tryna keep, keep, keep gettin' wealthy
I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I just can't stop flexin'
I'm 'bout to put some yellow diamonds in a Skydweller
Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars, might get a box Chevy
Ayy, I just checked my bank account and this shit gettin' serious, serious

[Chorus]
Shit gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down, n***a havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of n***as want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my n***a, I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business