[Chorus]
A n***a barely read the scripture, but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure n***a, thank you, God, it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you

[Verse 1]
Give a fuck about your feelings, pussy n***a, shit, I got feelings too (Let's go)
N***a, we was broke (How broke you was?), shit, we had to steal our food
We cut like that, steal from us, shit, we rob n***as too
First time I ever robbed a plug, n***a, I was still in school (Like seventeen)
I'll take your gun, trade yo' shit, come back wit' a different tool (Yeah)
I don't want that ho, ain't coming back, bitch, I got a different boo (Huh?)
Say I sound the same 'til my new shit dropped and they heard me switch the groove
I don't play both sides, you ain't one of mines, I don't like to pick and choose

[Chorus]
A n***a barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure n***a, thank you, God, it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you (Ayy, pop yo shit)

[Verse 2]
And no, I ain't feelin' these n***as, I'm numb
Before I blew up, did my shows with a gun
Still can go city to city alone with my jewelry on
This ain't what you want
Treat this bitch like a cold when it's cold outside (Okay)
I got it on, it ain't in the trunk
Soon as I feel it's a threat, I'ma dump (Bop, bop, bop)
You can play for the internet, you know what's up
Rock out a show and I leave with a slut (Let's go)
So many bitches want a lil' n***a, can't fit 'em inside of the truck
I ain't no beginner and this shit ain't luck
I don't like the library, but, n***a, I'm booked (Yeah)
Damn, he done got full of his self
Stick out his hand and it ain't gon' get shook
A bitch say my name and I don't even look
[Chorus]
A n***a barely read the scripture but I'm spiritual (Let's go)
Seven-figure n***a, thank you, God, it's a miracle (Okay)
Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?)
You can't touch me now, we ain't the same, I still ain't feelin' you
Bitch