[Intro]
Rrr (Ayy, go), ayy, go (Go), ayy (Ayy)
I'm back (Real Murda Worth shit), I'm back (I'm back, shit I talk 'bout)
I'm better than ever, ayy (I'm back, bitch, I'm back)
What he talkin' 'bout? (I'm back, go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, go, and I don't fuck with the industry (Ayy, fuck with the industry)
They talkin' 'bout gettin' me (N***as can't take my semi)
Ayy (Ayy), they talkin' 'bout killin' me (You know how that's gon' be, bitch)
Ayy (Ayy, you know how it's going where you got—)
But you gotta kill your jeweler (You gotta kill your jeweler)
Ayy (You got everybody with you)
N***as know how I'm coming ('Ight bet, we gon')
Ayy, go, ayy (Rrr-rrr-rrr), go, go (See how it feel when it get back to ya, alright?)

[Chorus]
You know I don't fuck with the industry (Bitch)
It's only one of me, got me confused 'cause n***as keep talkin' 'bout gettin' me (Ayy)
Bitch n***a, then kill your jeweler, I don't еven know why they talkin' 'bout killin' me (Go)
I'm playing chеss, not checkers 'cause yo' bitch playin' blackjack, talkin' 'bout, "Hit me" (Go)
They talkin' 'bout gettin' me first, out the streets, these n***as been famous for centuries
Turn into Forrest Gump, he tried to run, but that bullets still hittin' 'em like something that bit me
If I tat' a n***a on me, it's God, I don't even know 'bout that
Yeah, I was fuckin' his bitch with the rod, but I ain't even talk 'bout that (Go)
[Verse 1]
Head tap, they'll drop so fast, like damn, I ain't know they can drop like that (Go)
You could get in your bag, I'ma get on your ass for thinking you can talk like that (Go)
For thinkin' you playing with Top like that (Top)
I'ma fuck on her jaw, break back (Her jaw, break back)
N***as funny like Allstate ad (Allstate ad)
N***as know I'ma ball like that (I'ma ball like that, bitch, ayy)

[Bridge]
Bitch, ayy (Think I'ma ball like that)
Ayy, is you getting me? (Ball like that)
Ayy, ayy (Ball like that, n***a)
Ayy, ayy (Think I'ma ball like that)
Is you getting me?

[Verse 2]
Fuck the industry (Go), I'm putting my money on enemies (Enemies)
He gon' die just for talkin' bout hittin' me (Hitting me)
We gon' load him with choppers and, "Doo-doo-doo-doo," with that semi (That semi)
N***a, who you gon' shoot with that .50? (That .50)
Bet that bitch get to jammin' and shit
When it jams take advantage of him (Ayy)
Fuck the peace, I ain't standing with them (Know I ain't standing—)
You gon' die for thinkin' it's sweet (Sweet)
For thinking that you can start running with 'em (Running with—)
I'ma ride, ride with the heat, I just be prayin' I run into them (I run into them)
Industry plant that n***a, I got this shit out the mud (Shit out the mud)
Why else you think that everything I make can make people relate and make us feel like best buds? (Go, bitch)
You know I don't fuck with the industry, too many wannabes talkin' bout splittin' me (Splittin' me)
You've never been in the streets, you playin' a role, you gotta be shittin' me (Shittin' me, ayy)
Bitch (Bitch), you kidding me? (Kidding me, ayy)
[Chorus]
You know I don't fuck with the industry (Bitch, ayy)
It's only one of me, got me confused 'cause n***as keep talkin' 'bout gettin' me (Ayy)
Bitch n***a, then kill your jeweler, I don't even know why they talkin' 'bout killin' me (Go)
I'm playing chess, not checkers 'cause yo' bitch playin' blackjack, talkin' 'bout, "Hit me" (Go)
They talkin' 'bout gettin' me first, out the streets, these n***as been famous for centuries
Turn into Forrest Gump, he tried to run, but that bullets still hittin' 'em like something that bit me
If I tat' a n***a on me, it's God, I don't even know 'bout that
Yeah, I was fuckin' his bitch with the rod, but I ain't even talk 'bout that (Go)