[Intro: Doe Boy & DJ Holiday]
You know I been a gangster since like preschool
Known to let that MAC fly just like my n***a Doe, bah (Oh, really?)
First grade, went to school, could barely spell my name
Second grade, in the hood, tryna learn the slang (Doe Beezy)
Watchin' BET in third grade, I want a chain
Brung a knife to school in fourth grade, I was insane
Yo, Doe Boy, hold the fuck on, n***a, hold the fuck on
Stop the tape, n***a (Oh, really?), stop, stop the tape, n***a
You just said some shit I ain't, what the fuck?
N***a, you goin' crazy like that, n***a?
Spinnin' the block on these n***as like that, n***a? What the fuck?
Oh my God, ayy, man, run that shit back, my n***a (Rubber Band Money Gang)
Run that shit all the way back, no, from thе top, n***a, let's go
Scream, Holiday, Doe Boy, BEEN HIM
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a? BEEN HIM
Known to lеt that MAC fly just like my n***a Doe, bah (Holiday season, oh, really?)

[Verse: Doe Boy]
First grade, went to school, could barely spell my name
Second grade, in the hood, tryna learn the slang (Doe Beezy)
Watchin' BET in third grade, I want a chain
Brung a knife to school in fourth grade, I was insane (Facts)
Fifth grade, I was treatin' n***as like they lames
Sixth grade, nothin' changed, I was still the same (Fool)
Seventh grade, I was twistin' fingers, claimin' gangs (Gang, gang, gang)
Eighth grade, I was in the trap with OG dank
Ninth grade, catchin' smoke with opps, runnin' fades
Tenth grade, I was robbin' n***as comin' in my lane (Think I'm playin'?)
Eleventh grade, still ain't had a real pair of J's (Facts)
Failed out twelfth grade, then I dropped out
Mama kicked me out the house, I got locked out (I got locked out)
Not one time in my life I had a job, never clocked out (Facts)
Grades was way too bad for high school ball, I never tried out
Teach a n***a a lesson, go to the chalkboard, you fuck around, you find out (Oh, really?)
I was eighteen, got a record deal, n***a
And the label I signed to don't sign you unless you kill n***as (Freebandz)
Tell the label he signed to he don't got no flex appeal, n***a (Fool)
Epic want me rappin', but I can't be nothin' less than a real n***a
Came with a hundred racks, I left with zero
Couldn't afford American Eagle, now my necklace got an eagle (Brrr)
Clappin' at your people, clap that blicky like it's legal (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
First 48 gang, bitch, free Baby Shaq and Chino, huh (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
Six feet deep where I'll leave dude (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Knew I'd be a gangster, bitch, since I stepped foot in preschool (Doe Beezy)
Think he slick, I peeped dude, up the stick and teach dude
Up this bitch and squeeze dude
Your gun make n***as freeze? N***a, me too
N***a, I been thuggin' back since kindergarten, huh (Yeah)
Way since kindergarten, n***as know don't get me started, uh (Think I'm playin'?)
Grew up, always wanted to be a rapper, then I charted (Doe Beezy)
Huh, check the numbers, bitch, I charted (Oh really?)
You dig?
[Outro: DJ Holiday]
Man, y'all fuck n***as didn't see this shit from a mile away, hahaha
See, when you legendary, n***a, you can pop out when you want to
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
We gettin' movie money too, n***a
And Apple Music
Doe Boy, Holiday
My n***a Scream
This shit just feel different, right?
You're wecome