[Intro]
[?]
(Jeremiah, turn that shit up)

[Verse 1]
Remember back then, baby girl, I was so lonely
Now these n***as bugging, keep on acting like they know me
Is you tapped in? Baby girl, you gotta show me
I like it back then, way before when they ain't know me
Girl, they said I would be nothing (Ayy)
Now I turned nothing into something
Said I wouldn't be shit, now they fronting (Ayy)
And girl, they said I wouldn't be nothing (Ayy)
Yeah, I know these n***as hate me
They wanna see me down, give a fuck if they replace me
I'm moving like your problеms 'cause you never wanna facе me
I'm in a V12, but these n***as won't race me (Ayy)
Girl, you looking kinda fine
But baby, let me ask you way before I make you mine
Are you playing games, baby? Would you waste my time?
Why you always choosy? Baby girl, just make your mind (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Girl, I like the way you shake it
The way you looking at me, girl, I love when you get naked
Remember late nights with the homies, I was wasted
Brodie in a rental so you know we had to race it
I got up, now a n***a making money
All of sudden all these bitches wanna love me
Why you laughing, brodie? I don't think it's funny
On the real, she's so sweet just like honey (Ayy)
It took a lot to get my bag
I was taking L's, had to get up off my ass
Young reckless n***a in the streets doing bad
I was never winning on the real, it made me mad
Ayy, I would pray to God just to get me out the struggle
N***as talk like hoes, time to go and get a muzzle
I was down bad, tryna figure out a puzzle
I ain't talking games, I was tryna get a hussle
[Verse 3]
I was tryna get a life
I'm done doing wrong, I'm just tryna get right
I'm tryna get jiggy, put some Henny in my Sprite
This three gram 'Wood really got me feeling right
I'm a ghetto baby, really came up from the streets
Coming from the hood, and I put up for V's
Rolling in the Beamer and I'm clutching in the heat
It's really Lil Maru who be saucing on these beats
I'm from 619 and I came up from the mud
Drugs in my brain, THC in my blood
I'm a stoner n***a, don't do nothing but the bud
But I like the bread, tell that bitch to give it up
Does she really love me 'cause my homies carry bankrolls?
We be pushing work on the real, we getting payroll
[?] looking for me so you know I had to lay low
I ran off on the plug, run it up because I say so
I be off the drugs 'cause it get me in my feelings
Thinking 'bout my life while I'm zoning at the ceiling
We was tryna get it so we getting out to dealing
I was serving junkies, I ain't had to do no stealing

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't have to do no stealing
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(I ain't gotta)