[Intro]
[?] n***a offer me everything but money
Want no food?
I don't want no food, I want more money
I wanna eat money, muthafucka
I wanna eat money and shit change

[Verse]
Life is your canvas, paint that shit good
Pull out that stick on me, I wish a n***a would
But you won't do that
Repercussions gon' be felt, best believe we finna shoot back (gat-gat-gat)
Try to spend a day in my shoes, come get your shoe back
250 for the zip, bitch, you smoking boof pack
Snatch a n***a chain, you ain't getting your jewels back
My n***a whipping coke with the chopstick
Portable stove, the Pyrex, we 'bout to rock shit
Let that shit freeze for fifteen, then we hit the block and shit
My n***a brought the key home, he like the locksmith
R.I.P. my n***a
All these memories, I had to paint a good picture
I'm Basquiat with it, I don't feel good without 'ya
The streets pulling me in, I'm just trying to stay out of it
I feel like we dem boys, and I'm proud of it
The block is hot as shit
Police watching, but you know we ain't stopping on my clock and shit
The white man steady trying to block my blessings
I did some shit in the past but now I learned my lessons
I'm focused on my shit, I stay applying pressure
I'm the Lord of the Ring, you know this my precious
This real life shit ain't no science fiction
Quipped y'all shit, my n***as iron whippin'
Junkie said that dog food getting to him like he Brian Griffin
We some hyenas in the lion's den
We took the big n***a down by our damn selves
These n***as switching sides now
I gotta put this paper over my pride now
If you a real n***a, what you lying bout?
If you a real n***a, why you hiding out?
Swear these rappers ain't all that
N***as always tryna be something they not
I see through n***as like the metal detector
Don't wait until I leave your whole body on the stretcher (brrrr)
These n***as follow trends, my shit forever
[Refrain]
These n***as follow trends, my shit forever
Like for real, n***a
My shit, forever n***a

[Outro]
Yo t'es en train de diriger le monde dehors
You have everything
You have everything
You're so fucking relevant, you're on point
You're different, you need— you're like—
You make me fucking travel
*stutters*
J'sais plus quoi dire, G
J'sais plus quoi dire, bro

[Skit]
This jock is—
Drawer close to your turntable, baby
Recognize, all my record buyers
Turn your loudspeaker up loud