[Intro]
Yeh, yeh
(Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches)
Fuck all that waste of time and shit
(Smokin’ weed in it, don’t post me in your pictures)

[Verse]
This shit sound like the come-up
This shit sound like Lorenz Tate, face painted, finna rob the armoured truck
Dead Presidents, them younger hoes gon’ say you lit
A mature boss bitch gon’ tell you that you on your shit
I always hip my young homies to this
‘Cause I remember chillin’ wit’ legendary n***as no longer here
The game they gave kept mе safe
The game thеy gave made me smart
The game they gave made me brave
I wanna smoke joints at the homie grave, and kick some shit with him
But I’ll probably sit there for a couple days
Shoutout to Nas on that Grammy, good lookin’ on wearing that jacket
Rollin’ a fatty, sittin’ in the back of the Rolls Royce, my driver carving through traffic
Sippin Henny jogged my memory, of the days I ain’t have this shit
Though now I’ve got it, my hardships are not forgotten
Emotional scars, badges of honour
Testaments to my courage, them other n***as wouldn’t have done it

[Reprise]
Testaments to my courage, ‘cause them other n***as couldn’t have done it
(Testaments to my courage, them other n***as wouldn’t have done it)
(La-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da)