[Intro]
Great John on the beat, by the way

[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, look
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last

[Verse 1]
Chest shots get you left on your back, look
Double and triple the racks, I started off with a grip and a pack, look
Stuffing that clip 'til it max, I'm with it all, tell 'em spin and attack
I get high just to keep me intact, my demon's callin', said they want me to black
Uh-huh, yeah, I'm on top, toupee, you ain't talkin' money, fuck what you say
I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain, I was on that block, yeah, that one-way
We ain't get you yet, get you someday
We ain't get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)
Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play, hit a lick, I can't complain
You was in the sun, left me in the rain, but it's cool, I was with the gang
I know n***as change, but I ain't the same, I'm a different man
To the cops I don't say a thing, see an opp, we gon' let it bang

[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last
[Verse 2]
Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings
I done been through some pain, ain't no healing, he don't want beef, heard I be drillin'
Ain't nobody in school, the internet got all the lil' n***as robbin' and killin'
All the shorties is losin' they feelings, you ain't save her, so she turned to a villain
I can't even feel pain no more
I was down on my last, was broke, needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I got a big bankroll)
I can't even feel pain no more
They takin' my n***as to jail and givin' 'em years, aIn't sendin' them home
Federales don't leave us alone, they tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone
Got a bag and I got in my zone, I'm king of New York if you wanted the throne
Them n***as ain't really your bro, they plannin' on f— your ho (Your ho)
Them n***as ain't really your bro, they switchin' and you never know, look
Them n***as ain't really your bro, they plannin' on killin' they own, look

[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last

[Outro]
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last