[Intro]
Okay Sharnea
Yo, ay

[Verse 1: Ramaj Eroc]
Bad bitches, good drank, (uh)
Those bad vibes can't stay, (yuh)
All lives don't matter, (nah)
If black lives ain't safe, (yah)
My mind ain't clear, (uh)
The devil watchin' but the saint's near
You can't find trouble because it ain't here
I have the driving lane once the paint clears
Sometimes I don't, (what?)
Worry about what others think
One day I won't, one day I won't, (ooh)
Ay, gimme gimme ain't drown yet (nah)
I'm never picky where the hoes go, (where the hoes?)
OJ hit me on the phone told me I should charge 60 for the flow tho, (brrr)
So when I come back to the gold bro I need some photos
So I can post those all on my socials
That's why I give y'all so much of my life I think y'all got my socials, (ah)
I'm so black I missed the po-po, (yuh)
Your girl she in love with my cocoa, (yuh)
The shit you kick is very so-so
I throw you an 'L' so you can hold tho, (wow)
[Chorus: Ramaj Eroc]
I say what I say, 'cause I'm stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)
I make the run in the money, so don't stand in my way (stand in my way)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)
I say what I say, 'cause I'm stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)
I make the run in the money, so don't stand in my way (stand in my way)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)

[Verse 2: Jay Lyn Gatz]
I'm always blessed, never loved, never pressed, that's the sub
Fed up with small talk, either we doin' stuff or you [?]
Cut the check I ain't letting up, (go it)
Shorty next she leveled up, (suck it)
Hands down heads down thumbs up
Yeah, yeah, that's 7UP, (I love it)
A picture is worth a thousand words, (uh)
So that ass gotta be a thousand looks, (yuh)
Take a picture it'll last longer, (lit)
And my mind sayin' there's a thousand to it
Life story like a novel shit, (lit)
But the hardest shit take a thousand books, (lit)
Scratch that, notepad, toe tag, a million lines a thousand hooks
Cold like [?] oh
Y'all n***as like striker, n***a got Five-O, (oh, oh)
[?] ain't bout shit, n***a
They ain't even in my timezone, (so, oh)
So ahead of my time
I can see the goal, hoe even with a blindfold, (oh, oh)
Go-go gadget!
GoPro so happens, everyone so-called 'woke'
They relivin' what they eyes close, (oh, oh)
I just bend the rules, (ah)
'Cause I ain't built to lose
I ain't hear the news, I ain't been amused, (ha, ha, ha, ha)
Bitch I'm [?] mood, don't have shit to prove
I ain't hear the crews, (ah)
I'm being a gear to go zoom, zoom, zoom
[?] so here's a tool, (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I'm here to kill the year don't got shit to lose
[Chorus: Ramaj Eroc]
I say what I say, 'cause I'm stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)
I make the run in the money, so don't stand in my way (stand in my way)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)
I say what I say, 'cause I'm stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)
I make the run in the money, so don't stand in my way (stand in my way)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)
You ain't hustlin' at all, why you stuck in your ways? (ways, ways, ways)