[Chorus: Demund Rogers]
N***a that shit is payback
Imma pop my shit, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y'all n***as be swaring to god, [?] but you wanting my drip
I don't need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these [?]
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know fuck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?

[Verse 1: Demund Rogers]
I was in the [?] on the freeway
[?] windshield
But I walked out that bitch without a scar, see how amazing that god is?
I went to court and got fucked over
By a bitch I regret
A couple months later, my bank account had releaved all the stress
Some n***as I know ain't happy for me, smiling in they eyеs, [?]
[?] you n***as now my voice on 97-9
I went from doing open mics and now I'm on stagе at [?]
I forgave my pops for all that shit he did, all bullshit aside
Ya'll n***as act tough, but you ain't though
[?] need back up
That bitch sware up and down that she over me, but anything I can still fuck
But the one that I'm with now, she deserve the world
But it still ain't enough
Cause now [?] stay down [?]
Especially when [?] rough
[Chorus: Demund Rogers]
N***a that shit is payback
Imma pop my shit, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y'all n***as be swaring to god, [?] but you wanting my drip
I don't need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these [?]
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know fuck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?

[Verse 2: Erica Banks]
Talking my shit and I'm doing [?]
Don't want the head, if the head ain't retarded
I got a bitch in the back [?] whoever, I feed her, she never be starving
No I don't [?] and no I don't [?]
[?] smoking this [?], I already got some money, I seen him pull up, and that n***a pulled up in a tesla
I just be flexing
All of these bitches be messy
No I don't talk on the phone
No I ain't stressing
[?] you can test me
No I ain't taking you home
She got a friend, I heard she want me for real
[?] and see
You gotta pay me
Now that [?] baby
I don't do nothing for free
Why is you [?] lil baby?
You trippin, I'm leaving, ho we not together
Roll me a blunt and I sip on that drank, and I'm in my zone, I might pop me a pill
All in the party, I'm feeling my body
I got that exotic, we off the gass
I know they want me to pull up fasho, cause they know I be showing my ass and shit
[Chorus: Demund Rogers]
N***a that shit is payback
Imma pop my shit, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y'all n***as be swaring to god, [?] but you wanting my drip
I don't need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these [?]
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know fuck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?