[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Grew up around the killin'
And all the dealin' and all the drillin'
I just be puttin' my heart in all of my songs
I make sure y'all n***as feel it
That n***a he ratted, we cut at his tongue
Look like paintballs when we hit him
Lord, forgive me, I'm a sinner and a winner
Rocking Chinchilla, eating that dinner
Know where he lay and we know where he stay
Wet the whole house up if he play
Fuck that ho, she told what I said
I don't need no mouse hole in my face
Run from the jakes, so much next time
I see 'еm, I might dump this K
Slap on that wrist, they gave me probation
But a n***a prayеd I beat that case
Give me the blunt and you know I'ma face it
Eyes real low and I look like an Asian
Pour up a four when I move in the Matrix
Shoot a movie on your block, X-rated
I'm sippin' on Wock'
Boats I'm selling, I'm getting 'em off
Boats I'm selling, I'm getting 'em off
And fuck what you said, we getting them chalked

[Interlude: NLE Choppa]
Grrr

[Verse 2: Rod Wave]
I had to push it to start it
I had to grind for it
Bank out with Benz and lines for it
Put in a lil overtime for it
Now I feel like I shine for it
Brand new coupe go too fast
New backend ran through dat
N***as tryna see how he do that
'Member I was broke
I ain't had nothin', kicked out of the house
Livin' with my cousin, bank account
Car start runnin', problems kept comin'
Mama kept praying
Praying God, got a baby, it's crazy
One apartment, four n***as
Air mattress got a hole in it, uh
'Member on that rapping I was with the trapping
On the block with Bach tryna make it happen
On the block with Black waiting for some acts
Taking steps forward and gettin' pushed backwards
I remember, n***a
All them cold Decembers, n***a
I can't believe that I'm finally winnin', n***a, grrra

[Interlude: CHIKA]
Yeah

[Verse 3: CHIKA]
I'm here for the moment
Feel like the GOAT with the sauce of a poet, pause
Young n***a feel like she know it all
Built for this shit, I'ma show it off
Got you all expect to ever find, yeah
Double XL, do it live, catch a little smile
But if I'm being honest, I promise if I'ma do it
I'd rather slow down, listen to it and gather 'round, look
Do I have a story? I tell about glory
A n***a defeatin' the odds
Got used to a budget but now I say fuck it
In stores I don't care what it cost
I gotta admit it, I never envisioned
The life where I wasn't a boss
I think of my ex in a level of stress
He be feeling a hell of a loss
I'm in no position to floss
I'm in no position to plead
I knew I was running the course
But damn it, I'm takin' the lead
I'm coming from sweeping the floors
To rolling the blunt with the leaves
When they put my name on the board
Make sure it's in permanent ink, look
I been on my grind since midnight
Made the game my child, no midwife
I am not surprised that this life
Everything I rhyme is hit type, yeah
Everything I rhyme is hit type
Got a itty bitty bark, but a pit bite
When they play it on tour, when I look out on the floor
'Cause I'm more, guaranteed to get the peer hyped

[Interlude: Lil Tjay]
Uh, uh, uh, uh