[Intro]
I got, I got...
I got, I got...

[Verse]
I got cocaine in my conscience, got it from my father figure
[?] when they shot the n***a, I would've been non-existent
Running through my momma [?], probably made 'em fall in love
I really feel it all was meant, 'cause that's what I'm a product of
Shouldn't even be here, shit I ain't even asked for this
How can I fit in with y'all when y'all ain't taking half the risk?
I'm just on some savage shit, simple yet elaborate
[?] don't know love live here but a n***a still passionate, nah
For real I want all of my n***as to flourish
Trying to get all my n***as encouraged
I stand still and watch you [?] in the current with herb burning
Still urging working [?] fully furnished, I'm in it
Time is money baby, fully reserving my minutes
Real to the image [?] blemish
It get intense and yet I feel like this shit is a scrimmage
Sometimes I feel like one of the realest lil n***as invented

[Verse 2]
I'm still on fire with that warm up on, layup line God
Filet I'm saying displaying the shake is my side job
Like fuck playing it safe, I know this ain't my design
We on the corner staying like them n***as spinning the signs
But we don't need no intervention if that shit ain't divine
You wasn't in it with us nickel and dime, don't get intertwined
I'm real to the stitching bitch, my shit in a vine
Won't kick like Kobe still in his prime, you gotta dig it
All you n***as gotta defend it
Swimming-swimming off the block how I got it out of the trenches, ooh
This shit is [?] to keep a n***a smoking
Leave the future on repeat, pain run deeper than the ocean
I came up on the creep before you even get that notion
And it's faster than Tyreke the way I put that shit in motion
It's filthy with them kicks is stepping on rugs, clean thug jeans
I can feel it in my bloodstream