[Intro: Detwan Love]
Hmm
(Big Drice on the beat, yeah)
Yeah
Fuck
Hey, what we on, E?
Aight
Ooh

[Chorus: Detwan Love]
Man, I just woke up from the dead, I'm still activated
Mama did it by herself, that's my motivation
I'll take one of these n***as from the rotation
Ayy, what it cost to be the boss? I'll pay the cost
Bleu Belaire in my hand, I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't' playin', you want my time, you gotta know it cost
All I wanna do is win, I keep takin' losses
Bitch turn me off, I ain't gon' lie, she make my dick soft
I don't, I don't want no Trackhawk, I don't know how to work the traction
N***as'd sell they whole life for attraction
I pray to God every day that he stop doin' subtraction, yeah

[Verse 1: Detwan Love]
My old hoes see me comin' up, I know they can't stand it
Oh, bitch, you actin' funny now 'cause you just got back from Miami?
They put her stomach in her ass, let me try it out
I don't give a fuck what club we at, the bar, I'll buy it out
I don't want no lil' shit, bitch, I want it all
Can't shop for myself, somebody do it, 'cause I'll buy it all
Shut the fuck up when I'm countin' money, bitch, don't talk at all
I told this bitch you look better mouth closed, don't talk at all
[Chorus: Detwan Love]
Man, I just woke up from the dead, I'm still activated
Mama did it by herself, that's my motivation
I'll take one of these n***as from the rotation
Ayy, what it cost to be the boss? I'll pay the cost
Bleu Belaire in my hand, I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't' playin', you want my time, you gotta know it cost
All I wanna do is win, I keep takin' losses
Bitch turn me off, I ain't gon' lie, she make my dick soft
I don't, I don't want no Trackhawk, I don't know how to work the traction
N***as'd sell they whole life for attraction
I pray to God every day that he stop doin' subtraction, yeah

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Chop hit him in his waistline and turn him to a fraction
They closed GM and locked Rio up, so I'm the new attraction
I try not to think of granddad, he was my satisfaction
So makin' money and catchin' n***as lackin' is my new distraction
Was takin' other n***as' shit because I didn't have it
Caught a n***a takin' out the trash and then I double-bagged him
Got bitches hangin' out the window while I'm turnin' off the traction
I been drinkin' drank for three days straight, done turned into a habit
Now I'm droppin' more fours than Joe McFashion
He turned twenty-one and got his CPL, I guess his ass a savage
My teacher asked what happened to Lil E? I guess his ass a rapper
The shit I make off an EP is damn near they salary
Don't believe me? I can show your ass them 'Tube checks
Finna gather all my haters and put 'em in a group text
I might be the turntest young rapper without a blue check
He was leavin' church with a blazer, switch turned it to a crewneck