[Intro: Lil Ot, Duvy, & Both]
Ain't wanna help when I was down, look at me now
She thought I wouldn't be shit, now I'm up, look at me now (Yeah)
Lost it all before and made it back, look at me now
(Catch 22, you can tell by the sound)
Are you proud of me? Tell me the truth, look at me now
Different type of calibers, this shit be gettin' loud (Oh-ah)
And we got them choppers, bring 'em out when it's a crowd
And we got lil' what's-his-name, we smoke him by the pound
Bro, get off the—
Bro, get off the ground (Grrt, grrt)

[Chorus: Lil Ot]
They ain't wanna help when I was down, look at me now
She thought I wouldn't be shit, now I'm shinin', look at me now
Lost it all before and made it back, look at me now
Are you proud of me? Tell me the truth, look at me now
Different type of calibers, this shit be gettin' loud
And we got them choppers, bring 'em out when it's a crowd
And we got lil' what's-his-name, we smoke him by the pound
Bro, get off the ground
Bro, get off the ground

[Verse: Duvy]
I came up, ain't feel her, I seen close ones deny me
When it's said and done, I wanna know if you ridin'
Was dead broke, ain't had VV's, but I have it now
Designer table, I'ma star, look at me now
Momma say, "Boy, leave the streets", I can't, even though it's wild
I'm with my sidekick, so slimy, always wildin'
I buy my bitch Chanel and Dior, but I ain't buyin' nothing for my side bitch
They say, "Ooh, you gettin' money, huh, that youngin stylish"
We came from shootings and murders
Who is that boy? I ain't heard of him
There ain't no time for my rivals (Yeah)
Forever, yeah, we be scorin' (Yeah)
Hop in V, hop out to torch him (Yeah)
(Mm-mm-mm-mm)
I'm prayin' it go good
Nothin' good come from the hood
I never understood, look at me now
Cartier for rainy days, ain't shine, I was feelin' down
[Chorus: Lil Ot]
They ain't wanna help when I was down, look at me now
She thought I wouldn't be shit, now I'm shinin', look at me now
Lost it all before and made it back, look at me now
Are you proud of me? Tell me the truth, look at me now
Different type of calibers, this shit be gettin' loud
And we got them choppers, bring 'em out when it's a crowd
And we got lil' what's-his-name, we smoke him by the pound
Bro, get off the ground
Bro, get off the ground