[Verse]
Hate when you come at me 'bout my feelings
I wanna get rich and make a killing
I wanna get rich and stop this dealing
Throwback, last summer, popping them pills
Throwback, last summer, my mom paid bills
Get yo' shit together, boy, you're ill
I ain't stressing, it is what it is
Bronem tweaking, must be smoking mids
Took a lot for me to burn this bridge
Can't give dick if the bitch be smoking cigs
Can't fuck with these fake n***as from the six
Vincent, where the street I used to live

[Chorus]
So I'm back on my grind, fuck the bullshit now
I ain't have time for no ho shit now
Passed to the squad and bro dicked down
Moving too fast, gotta slow shit down
Bought a whole P, broke thе whole shit down
Keep it lowkey, they don't know shit now
I'm back on my dough shit now
I'm back on my flow shit now with a bitch who can gеt new Chanel
Ducking on all these opps, quarter pound, but it's fuck 12, ayy (Ayy)