[Verse 1: M.R.G]
I could see my team getting rich to this shit
I could see feigns taking hits to this shit
Class clown, late bloomer, biracial always been a misfit
Whether, I'm at, Villa-nova, or Howard I stand out
This rapping shit, just happened quick, dog, none of this was planned out
But, whatever goes down, count on me to stay true
And what's good Myriah I just, wanted to say you
Been on my mind all day, I'll give you the business come work for me
Fuck what these bitches say, Be you like Boston University
No,Love to my old bitches, I ain't really into downgrading
Nowadays I walk light, cause my new shit's groundbreaking
I just hope when my hood n***as is at my rap shows
That its all love and they don't pop off with my frat bros
Welcome to my life this is just another episode
I'm sure I'm next to blow, It may take a second though
We ain't like y'all, we professional
No right guard, we ain't sweating hoes
Coming from the bottom, best believe I got 'em
When my n***as say go get em (Ooo!)

[Hook: M.R.G]

No love, just money in the millionaire (million-air)
Doses and Mimosas, I'm getting turnt in here
Forget just a piece boi we want it all
If yall don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with ya
We show these n***as no love, show these bitches no love
Show ya n***as no love, show ya bitches no love

I said, we don't fuck with yall, If yall don't fuck with us
Family over everything, and in God we trust

[Verse 2: M.R.G]

Too much on my mind, I'm trying not to lose it
My enemies are squares, the skeptics congruent
This is my life, would you like to view it?
If it comes to talking real shit best believe I'm fluent
Look M,R, G will be that man reaching greatness
I love a girl who keep her mouth wide but na she don't say shit
Your girl a 8? Hold up wait, I ain't tryna hate kid
You must mean on the PH scale cause dam boi she basic!
Wingteam, bow down, future gods of this rap shit
So of course it makes sense I have a goddess that is
Ride or die, side by side together till we spirits
Shit we smoking so loud even Van Gogh hears it
It appears that they sucking me, don't give me too much head
Only 3k in my bank account I got that Klu Klux bread
Don't sleep on me, don't sleep on me, trust that don't doubt me son
Queens to the death Jackson heights is where they got me from, forreal

[Hook x2]