[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Used to have dreams of a drop top
Me and four mates in a hatch back
Later on, turned to a hot box
Now I’m top floor, in a penthouse
Tryna stay low while the block’s hot
They can never touch my name
They can never get this way
They can never run my game, ayy
Used to have dreams of a drop top
Me and four mates in a hatch back
Later on, turned to a hot box
Now I’m top floor, in a penthouse
Tryna stay low while the block’s hot
They can never touch my name
They can never get this way
They can never run my game, ayy

[Verse 1]
Used have to dreams of a big fat cheque
Uh, ticked that off my list
Now I’m tryna dream 'bout what I want next
(What?) Maybe I wanna be a mad dog
Get a lot of alcohol, drugs, and s**
Nah, I could never be that way
I just want money, power, respect
See, I just want all of the best (Yes, sir)
Remember sixteen eating out our snack packs
See, an ass fat and we dreamed we could tap that (Damn)
Nowadays girls send me their Snapchat
Say to add that then they send me the cat, cat (Bad)
I don’t care about none of that back chat (Nah)
‘Cause in real life, they just wanna bark up
Never ark up and I see them all back track (Haha)
They don’t want beef
I don’t want peace (Never)
I’ma get to the money (All day)
Get to the breesh
They be talking that s*** online like
“Rargh-rargh-rargh-rargh-rargh”
When we pull up on ’em real life
All I hear is “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah”
It’s all facade
Yeah, they know where I’m at
I’m at superstar status
They could never step to me
’Cause they know I am the baddest
From the westside
Uso, this the best side
Rolling through your hood
And you know I got my head high
[Chorus]
Used to have dreams of a drop top
Me and four mates in a hatch back
Later on, turned to a hot box
Now I’m top floor, in a penthouse
Tryna stay low while the block’s hot
They can never touch my name
They can never get this way
They can never run my game, ayy
Used to have dreams of a drop top
Me and four mates in a hatch back
Later on, turned to a hot box
Now I’m top floor, in a penthouse
Tryna stay low while the block’s hot
They can never touch my name
They can never get this way
They can never run my game, ayy

[Verse 2]
(Hey Lisi), yo
(Please tell me how the hell you’re not signed) I don’t know
(See you’ve played in the game
And you’re paving a way
Man, I feel like it’s only about time, true)
Well, I love all the labels, trust me, brah
Everything that they do is just fine ([?])
But I told ’em get lost, I don’t need no boss
Then I went ahead and kicked off mine (Swear?)
See I’m doing all of this this at twenty-one
I didn’t really wanna sign with anyone
(But you can’t run a label and rap)
Uce, trust me, I can do both like Headie One
‘Cause I know better (Turnt)
I’m tryna make more cheddar (Facts)
And, see, I did all of this shit with no degrees
Like it’s cold weather
Now I’m a gold seller
‘Cause I make track after track, and I’m rapping the facts my way (What, what) Yeah, they wanna plan an attack
’cause I’m stacking the racks and they’re mad at cash I make
I’ve been dealing with all of this hatred (Tuff)
And to me, man, it just sounds sad and plain
‘Cause I leave ’em all scarred when I’m going in hard
And I give ’em more bars than Jarryd Hayne
I mean it’s sad to say, but it’s true
What they gon’ do?
They don’t even know what I had to go through (Yeah)
No handouts means no handouts
And we did this s***, just me and my crew
I don’t wanna hear no s*** talk
Coming from them no more (No way)
‘Cause if I hear that chat
Then your heart’s gon’ drop when you hear knocks on your door like
[Chorus (Condensed)]
Used to have dreams of a drop top
Me and four mates in a hatch back
Later on, turned to a hot box
Now I’m top floor, in a penthouse
Tryna stay low while the block’s hot
They can never touch my name
They can never get this way
They can never run my game, ayy

[Outro]
It's your boy from [?], ayy
Yeah