[Intro]
Yeah
It's with an X, n***a
Striker Boy, M Block, all that shit
Huh

[Verse]
I can sell my left wrist and go buy a home (A crib)
How the fuck my cup gone before I start the song? (How?)
Never by myself, I got the stick, then I'm not alone (Frrt)
Why would I get you Lululemon and I can buy you Chrome? (The fuck?)
Nah, for real, like that shit don't make sense to me
I'm drunk as hell, tryna fuck, this lil' bitch tryna vent to me
Dog said he got 3K for a verse, it's low-key temptin' me
Not because I need it, that's just 'bout how much my rent gon' be (Come on)
How much my rent gon' cost
Neck reachin'll get a n***a whole wrist blew off (Fap)
Real Striker Boy, n***a, I can tell you how much a window cost
I been feelin' good all day, you can come over, but, bitch, you better not piss me off (Bitch)
Told y'all I been sippin', I been trippin' (Huh), man, I keep on itchin'
I don't know if it's the drank, I'm scratchin' for a million
Hit him with the R, now he hollerin' like he play for the Pistons
Fuck it, who they play tomorrow? I'm puttin' 'em on my ticket
Huh, crosses on my fit, they thought I was Christian
20/20 vision with the blicky, hit you from a distance
Huh, these not prescription, gang, these Chrome glasses
I still fucked you, baby, I don't care how long it lasted
That's a you problem, huh
I was broke with real-deal struggles, n***a, now I'm havin' shoe problems
Damn, unc', pour another four? N***a, the two got me
How I know five n***as that cracked, but you got two bodies?
And what's crazy about it is I don't even care
But the fact that you lied, that's the shit that make you weird
It's like 3, on my way back from the D, almost hit a deer
N***a, you don't take no trips for real, you don't even got no Clear
Huh, cold bitch, and her pussy water, her shit pure
N***a, this a Hellcat Charger, this shit don't come with no spare
Me and Jay fucked the streets up when we dropped "Demure"
Pop him in that Denim hoodie and make his n***as drop a tear
Man, huh, at least that n***a went out with that shit on, huh
I don't owe nobody, that's why I popped out with all Rick on
It don't count as trickin' if you bought it after you hit, though
Pull up to the concert with dog shit on me, it's a shit show
Fuck, when that come on, it shake the room
When I learned the ARP can sweep, it made me hate the broom
Gave n***as hope, "If Fxce make it, then I can make it too"
You can't be in my starting five if I gotta make you shoot
[Outro]
N***a, on bro
You can't be in my starting five if I gotta make you shoot