And i swear that imma make it out
Know these n***as hate me when i ain’t around
Chopper gotta sing we gone sang a round
Momma told me careful who you bring around
Said i need a hand you said i gotta weight
Gets that’s what you meant said you would hold me down
All these hoes is wack and all these n***as clowns
Gotta hold me back or imma hit em down

Cause hittas never cry
Hope my n***as never die
Getting fed up every time i gotta pour up for a life
Hold her head up every time i like to look inside her eyes
I swear that can pass the time
Trippin think i’m passing mine
Ion really the drink unless i’m running out of grime
N***a what the fuck I’m thinking hundred in 25
Baby who am I
Look me in the eyes and tell me that you down to ride
Cause I got lots of bitches baby you ain’t nothing different
And I got lots of stitches guess that’s why I’m daily sipping
I just be code switching cause these n***as treat me different
I got Supreme coats n***a I be dripping different
We got this lean poured n***a I’m forever pissing
You rock that green gold n***a your whole neck is fiction
God damn, feeling like the next edition
And I’m still in love with money like it’s New Edition