(Hook - Vic August)
I’m so picky
I’m so fresh to death
Lil Vic touchdown your ends again
I’m back up fucking your friends
You big mad tryna talk threats again but -
Did I - give you something new
Give - my time to you
Do - it all for you
Give - my all to you

(Verse 1 - Vic August)
Not enough
She tell me I do this shit too much I’m not enough
Put me through all you could and still I’m popping up
Need a reality check you need to toughen up, buttercup
Yeah yeah
Bitch I’m a man’s man
I do what your man can’t
Cut from a different cloth
Big man I’m a stranger to loss
I pull up and they nod like I’m boss
Then I walk out with half of the shop
I wake up to a couple of tags
Spent the radio cheque made it back
Okay now let’s get to the facts
Put the country on my back
Was the youngest to keep it intact
Put these brown kids on the map
Told my lil dawg chase a bag
He came back to me with a bag
I looked at him and said great job
She ain’t fucking tell her kick rocks