[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I'm thirty-four years old and—)

[Verse]
I-I know JT hit the beat first
If I call up JT, he hit you with the heat first
I walk up out the door, get that money, don't even eat first
My bitch got she/her pronouns, but she was a he first
You talkin' marriage, boy, that bitch was just my eat first
She got that throat skill so I can go deeper
She said I got a hold on her but I released her
If a bitch play with my money, Chris Brown, I piece her
Baby threw it back on camera but I ain't the type to leak her
I'm in LA with cranes with phreshboy like thе Lakers
Bitch I'm stayin' true, still rock the samе pairs of sneakers
Goin' through it with my momma so I don't even know where I'ma sleep, huh
Slept in the bando on the floor with them roaches for two weeks, huh
Put my head above the surface so I can breathe, that shit was deep, huh
My dreams turned to nightmares, feel like that n***a Meek, huh
Just beat yo' bitch pussy turn 'til it turned purple, that shit was pink, huh
They say, "Tenkay, you just like Kobe at his peak, huh"
I think that shit funny 'cause I ain't even reach my peak, huh
I'm wit' xav in Manhattan, we just fuckin' on this treesh, huh
I ain't say word to you, why the fuck you tryna speak? Huh
All these n***as is my sons, get yo' ass whooped, tryna speak up
The way you talk, even the way you rap, you got it from me, huh
Money, that's my bitch, she touch me, I start to precum
I got hoes on my dick 'cause I'm pretty like a girl
All this bitch want is the moon and the world
N***a talked down, I looked in they eye and they talm' 'bout a curl
That mean I'm skippin' bicep, just up and let that .9 spit
I shot that n***a in his fuckin' back and left his spine bent
I gotta make sumn' shake while I got time left
I can't die, no, I ain't did shit with all that time spent
I need my mind cleansed from what I seen beneath these eyelids
You can suck my motherfuckin' dick or respect my mind bitch