[Intro]
(It's just different)

[Chorus]
Really we next
Really we up
Really I got what these n***as want
Really we flex
Really we on
Really I know you see all of this gold
Really got heart
Really got hoes
Say that we hard like, n***a, we know
Really we trap
Really got soul
Really I know you see—

[Verse 1]
I got the drive (I got the drive)
But I need an oil change, God
Boy, ya n***a is tired (Ya n***a is tired)
I mean 'til them hoes came 'round, now a n***a on nine (Hold up, ayy)
I mean ten, where you been? It depends (It's a what?)
I need zen, I need prayers, I need ends
Down in the city, they wild in the city, know the block stay hot, Lil Weezy (Okay)
She throw me the (Mmm), I dove in the (Yep), I danced in it like C Breezy (Yeah)
MJ with the moves (Not like)
MJ with the shoes (I'm like)
Kyrie with the moves
Basquiat too, peep what I drew (Okay)
I'm battle-tested, I don't sweat it
Never stressing when I'm under pressure (That's facts)
Never gamble, never scramble
Dip a shoulder, hit a different level (That's facts)
Cutting ties, need a different bezel (Yeah)
Different levels get you different devils (Yeah)
Same shit meet different day, same pot meet different kettle

[Chorus]
Really we next
Really we up
Really I got what these n***as want
Really we flex
Really we on
Really I know you see all of this gold
Really got heart
Really got hoes
Say that we hard like, n***a, we know
Really we trap
Really got soul
Really I know you see all of this gold
[Verse 2]
I need the backend now
I need a sack, no, I need respect like now
No, I need the racks right now
Don't wanna be man down
We don't do beef, cash cow
They wanna talk about rap
Boy, we don't give a shit, pipe down
Fuck boy wanna fight now
Don't end up in the back of the back, lights out, yeah
How they comin', yeah, how they bomin'
Never say it if you never done it
Thick bih, big body Hummer
Hit her with a Stone Cold Stunner
With lil' mama, messin' up her frontal
Put one in her, messin' up her summer
They can't kick it, then we gotta punt 'em
Tell my manager I need another number
NDA for the NBA, that mean zipped lips if you wanna play
Early morning cookin' if they want a plate
This soul food, not that bullshit that y'all serving people up the way
Back to the beef, I should up the stakes
They more Ruth Chris than ruthless
Don't leave toothless 'cause a bad day

[Chorus]
Really we next
Really we up
Really I got what these n***as want
Really we flex
Really we on
Really I know you see all of this gold
Really got heart
Really got hoes
Say that we hard like, n***a, we know
Really we trap
Really got soul
Really I know you see all of this gold
[Outro]
We been poppin' this flavor
You understand me?
We been— you know what I'm sayin'?
Guess what? You know what I mean?
It wasn't even really on me