Verse 1:
Fuck being on some chill shit. We go zero to 100 on some real shit. Fuck them n***as on that acting shit. yall go from 100 to zero on some backwards shit. I'm blasting shit. Bitches on my Johnson, no magic shit. N***as talking crazy by my city, I ain't having it. Talking about New York fell off, ain't that some shit? If I ever see us falling off, I bet I'm catching it. Paper on your head, do a phone call on fax and shit. Order that I get a quarterback, then I sack a bitch. Adding digits, subtracting bitches, that mathematics shit. Run up on your block and you get shock when that static hit. I'm acting up, U R L , smack it up. Now you mad as fuck, you n***as softer than saggy nuts. I'm stacking up this dough, hotter than dragon, but my flow catching up. You ugly, you couldn't bag a slut. I was never used to being what I used to. N***as carry more than one strap, so I used two. Always had to watch my own back, so I'm used to. Talking to myself, you would've thought I had a Bluetooth

Verse 2:
I'm independent, whatever I do, it's because I choose to. I got to keep a small circle like a fruit loop because nowadays anybody will switch up and shoot you like Bishop and Juice, dude. N***a, but listen, this be the realest shit you ever heard until you hear some realest shit. When n***as want respect on the block, they start killing shit. Driller shit. They don't even notice that as witnesses. You're right here, man, we'll snitch on you, give you 10 and shit. Y'all was like brothers, you want to believe he didn't snitch. Y'all go back like Super Nintendo and SEGA Genesis. Bitches ain't shit, they just fucking for some benefits. Seed a lot of real shit, my squad on that realest shit

Chorus:
Whole Squad on that real. Whole Squad on that real. Whole Squad on that real. Whole Squad on that real. Whole Squad on that real. Whole Squad on that real

Verse 3:
We go zero to 100, n***a. I don't need no new bitch. Tired of my old hoe. I just need some new bread because I spent my lives though. I just want mad money, mad cars, mad clothes. All my niggers grinding for this shit we never had though. N***as go from playing ball to slinging raw and passing rocks. I just want to get it all because I ain't never had a lot. I just want Benz to be the reason why I sag a lot and coming up to be the reason all these n***as mad a lot. You don't understand my n***a. You don't understand, my n***a. You don't understand. I want to be the man, my n***a. I want to be the man, my n***a. I just want to be the man, but they don't want to see me go higher, n***a. N***as looking for me. I'm like, Who the fuck is hiding, n***a? I would never hit a bitch raw like a Tiger, n***a. Grew up in the concrete jungle? I ain't lying, n***a

Outro:
Whole squad on that real. Whole squad on that real, shit. Whole squad on that real
We go zero to 100, n***a, real quick