[Intro]
Yeah, Griselda
I just wanna be myself n***a
Know what i mean?
I ain't tryna be like all these other n***as
Fuck these n***as by the way
Hahaha, yeah

[Verse 1]
I told you it was gettin spooky grim
Look at these n***as like who is them?
Yeah, bodies left, when I'm through with them
I'm in the booth, spewing phlegm
This shit is cinematic, you should film
Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin' in
I shoot the 10 gauge, n***as'll lose a limb
Uh, bottle of Spade lobster fried rice
If this The Source era, GOAT would've got 5 mics
I'm just recitin my life when I write
You can't afford a feature, it's a high price
They shot my n***a in the thigh twice
He died right on the spot
The bullet hit an artery, I cried nights
Told his brother we gon' ride, that's on my life
50 rounds loaded in my pipe for the fire fight
Misplaced checks all over my Nike's
I rhyme nice, Google it n***a go check my highlights
[Chorus]
I ain't nuttin' like these n***as, and they nuttin like me (not at all)
See their face when they lookin from the side line (they mad)
I'm everything that you wanna be (haaaaa)
In your projects with all my jewels on
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom boom!)
Wig shot left his roof gone

[Verse 2]
You already know how I move bro
Machine write that mafia shit, Mario Puzo
Told lil bro if he move let off the uzo
Put his shit bag on his stomach you dumpin' too low
I'm too blunted, count blue hundreds you know the usual
Bitches in London love like me I was Jason Derulo
You pop shit, then apologized, you still food though
Just cause you paid me for a feature, don't mean we cool bro
It was all business, you ain't squad, you ain't GxFR n***a
I stood on that corner long winters
Hot pockets and chips
Shit, my pocket rocket was a Glock and two clips
Now it's a hundred thousand just to hop in a whip
Shopping at Phipps with a provocative bitch
The kicks that I'm rockin' from Kith
They say this flow that I got is a gift
That's why I gotta be at the top of the list
When they speak of the best, cause what I'm jottin is sick (you see what I'm doing?)
This shit that I'm jottin has gotten me rich
Shot on my head and lived that some Impossible shit
We stood on the blocks n***a we made chips
N***as got out of pocket then we sprayed sticks (brrt)
Pushed the white Wraith, when they see me they flip (uh huh)
Huh, paint the top red like D-Wade lips (haaaa), motherfuckas
[Chorus]
I ain't nuttin' like these n***as, and they nuttin like me (not at all)
See their face when they lookin from the side line (they mad)
I'm everything that you wanna be (haaaaa)
In your projects with all my jewels on
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom boom!)
Wig shot left his roof gone

[Outro]
Yeah
Who the fuck is these n***as man?
I ain't nothing like these n***as man
Me and my n***as move different
Feel me?
Straight like that, n***as know what's up n***a
I ain't even gotta explain
You run up n***a, you getting ran down on, period
I don't give a fuck who listenin' n***a
Hahaha
That's how we do n***a
I stay with it, stay ready n***a
Straight like that, Griselda bitch
Machine n***a, Daringer what up?