[Intro]
‘Leven thousand
Fuck with me
Hold on lemme hit this woody real quick
On my momma thirteen hunnid my cousin
On the real

[Verse 1]
I used to want eleven thousand now I want eleven million
Fat Tone died when I was in high school and I still feel it
Damn, what the fuck going on
You ain’t even got no pistol why you grabbin’ yo phone (fake ass clutchin)
I don’t drop a lot of music, I’ll sing you the song
I was going through some shit n***a leave me alone (leave me alone man)
If you ever really need me then call my phone (tap in)
Keepin’ lil n***as round me like a fuckin’ group home, n***a (I'm with my lil n***as)
Likе a group home homie, a VLone hoodiе (huh)
A Benny’s I got silly soup on me (VLone hoodie)
I ain’t believe the feds was watchin’ ‘til they did a swoop on me (They kicked my door)
If I ain’t know you round this bitch I ain’t ‘gon throw the deuce on you (Who are you blood?)
My lil n***a in sixth grade ‘a up a deuce deuce on you (He on you)
My lil n***a in seven building throwin’ his dug dugs on him (he throwin’ fits)
Five ‘oh got behind me, had to oop juke on ‘em (Fuck five 'oh)
When my bitch threw it back she put the voodoo on me (she threw that ass back)
I don’t trust a lot of n***as they be too too phony (fuck ass n***a)
See an unfamiliar face, I’m like “who you homie?”
I see my n***a Tae muggin, I’m like “Ooh we on it”
He done pushed up on a n***a with the two two forty (I can’t do shit about that)
[Outro]
Ay
For real
This shit ain’t even about what you think it’s about
This shit more than that
This shit more than rap
But ay