Gotta watch the rear
Gotta stay on my toes
Gotta keep the blicky with me
They want me to go
They tryna send me home

Uhm, Uhm, Uhm, Uhm
Uhm, Uhm, Uhm, Uhm

[Duvy]
I know my life scene like a movie, baby it’s (?)
They said I’m done but that shit stuck with me, tryna run that shit up
Shawty want a different type of life
Yeah come party with us
Sip potion out the mug
Trap house full of bugs;
Fill his car with slugs
Fed up with pain still try to laugh it off (yea)
We (?) hell, we fuck around wreck the car
I ain’t gon talk too much
N***a take it up with God
All of these blessings come from poverty
I thank God