[Part I: Rih]

[Verse]
I show you the technique
I show you the TEC, freeze
I know the effects, my n***a that catch plays, want me to set screens
Sort of like tech geeks, I accept my homie that bet games havin' his best week
I'm tryna invest, I may not be as street as the next
But live on the next street, ho don't test
Stick with the red beam, Boba Fett
Stick with no Ed Reed on defense
That mean the safety off it, yes
Even with AC, got 'em sweatin'
Thinkin' we ain't eating gotta say, evеn for KD, that's a stretch
Makin' it seem like it's eight feet but this shit rеally ain't' deep
N***as pressed, came from the same scenes
In the city that gave me Gucci, Thugger, and Fresh
Made dreams of becomin' the best
Ain't seem like that far of a fetch

[Chorus]
A-li-en, I'm R-rated like my name Rih-unapologetic
It's a seat at the top of this shit
They saved me, bitch and I'm finna (Sit)
(Sit Kenny!)
Eighteen-karat solid gold wrist
The way it freeze, you'd of thought it was It
Where the treats? I'm a slobbering pitt
With rabies, bitch, I'm not finna' sit
Zone 3, bitch, I'm not from the six
But shout out the six 'cause I'm in the six
[Post-Chorus]
Ain't scared of hell no mo'
Ain't scared of hell no mo'
We already here
Ain't scared of hell no mo'

[Part II: PTSD]

[Chorus]
Studied this shit, that's how I know buddy a bitch
He putty this shit, get bloodier
N***as get money and switch, you ain't come from this shit
You ain't covered just 'cause your buddy is
My boy cuddle with clips, he'll cut him and dip
I'm subtle but still gon' cover him
Caught my plug on a lick
We can stuff your cut in his shit but we ain't gon' cut him in

[Verse]
I'm in Mechanicsville where the mechanics live
Bruh got that cannon filled and he know how to film
All my abandonment made me connect with the savages
Met my connect, now I'm having it
I got to have a lil' Glock, I'm in Adamsville
When I seen him, my partner was after him
Don't know what happen and no, I'm not askin' him
N***as ain't had a meal, don't want no Happy Meal
Swear to God, I can tell by his eyes he ain't scared of God
I can tell the whole time it was hella flawed
I can tell he was frightened but played it off
I can tell the whole nine to meet at ya' job
I can tell 'em what time to be at the clock
I was careful designing the execution
No electrocution, I know they was shocked
I can walk through the fire, won't sweat a drop
Everybody outside gotta carry Glocks
Them angels don't walk with you, better jog
'Cause the gate ain't that tall, any pet can hop
I was raised in the jungle like George, Atlanta, Georgia
No, it ain't Compton, but, boy, it can get gory
I got a lot of recorded scary stories
I got a papa to worship, my family mournin' every mornin'
[Bridge]
Who the fuck is he, bruh? He don't live on my street (Bruh)
I know he's sweet, bruh, n***a 'round here gon' eat, bruh
Sweat in my sleep from PTSD, huh
PTSD, huh, PTSD, huh

[Part III: Angelic Hoodrat]

[Chorus]
If I ain't got shit, I finesse
Down on my dick, I finesse
In the moshpit, I finesse
Even when I'm rich, I finesse

[Post-Chorus]
Jugg
Jugg
Jugg
Jugg (Oh shit)
Hey, Jugg
Jugg
Jugg
Jugg

[Verse 1]
Can't no finances
Make me turn on my family
Me and my four brothers
Keep it one hundred, five Jacksons
Soon as I cash it, my eyes frantic like landin'
Innocent bystanders could die catchin' our static
I was in Z-O-N-E 3, low-key, n***as got a zero in the C
N***a, we know empty dreams
Empty pockets, we know empty jeans
N***as know I'm so up, if I show up, won't be no empty seat
N***a got nines on tuck, whole nine gon' jump if he want any steam
Look at my light, look at my spirit in this MP3
Look at my eye, n***a, I'm serious, hope these bitches see
White wing on my left side 'cause I grew up on the Westside
White wing on my right side, got the right n***as on my side
N***a, fuck your ego, let's get some C-notes, okay
Pull up in the 3, bro, I'm at the green store with Ace
I can tell you spoiled, watch you dangle toys in my face
I can hear the voice, telling me, "Take what's yours", 'cause
[Chorus]
If I ain't got shit, I finesse
Down on my dick, I finesse
In, in the moshpit, I finesse
Even when I'm rich, I finesse, bruh

[Part IV: Chevron]

[Verse 1]
Pussy got juicy when she introduced me
I don't got no whip but she said she gon' scoop me
She gave me the key to it, Quavo and Lucci
I can't rock no Gucci
I can't go out goofy
I came out the coochie a K9, I roof
When I say I'm the truth then I say I am truly
If I gotta move then they gon' have to move me
My big homie stay with that tool like a roomie
No, they won't pick on me if it's a clip on me
Cook 'em like chicken meat, Tyson, no Cicely
I'm on the winning team, might wanna stick with me
I pull a string and it might make a symphony
I see her signaling, know she wanna lick on me
She gon' hit on me 'til she can sit on me
I heard your new shit but no I wasn't listening
No, I don't link with cliques
No, I don't click on links...
(Ayy, yo I be rapping and shit bruh, fuck with my shit)
Boy, my hair way too long for the cap
All my energy go in these raps
All your energy go in an app
I'm an EBT baby, I DDT'd every beat that they gave me too easily
Came in mischievous, made your miss eat the dick
All the ingredients made me a genius
I'ma double my W's working
Everything that you see in these verses
Is the same when you see me in person
I'm on level two, levitate over you
Never wait on the move, heavyweight folding you
Heaven came over you, feathers take over you
Kenny came over, you let him takeover you, bet

[Pre-Chorus]
See, I had a hook, I had the mel-
I just gotta goddamn remember that shit...
If I roll up these pussy n***as gon fold up...
Aight, I got it

[Chorus]
And I know
If we roll up, these pussy n***as gon' fold up
Where you finna go, bruh?
Get a n***a something from the store, bruh
If we roll up, these pussy n***as gon' fold up
Where you finna go, bruh?
Get a n***a something from the store, bruh

[Post-Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
I had to let these n***as know I'm going hard as ever man
New shit on the way
New whips on the way

[Outro]
R.I.P Bank

[Part V: 4ever]

[Verse 1]
Way before living it, I would escape to envision it
Weigh up the differences, stay up for days until distances
Came up with differences, shaving the length of it, listening
Aging with wisdom, an agent of criminal influence
Paying attention to data
Was caged in Decatur with cannibals, killers, and cableless
Interfaces, face it, ain’t no one hearing this, falling
Prey to appearances, pray to a pyramid
Rage in my rhythm, Sega, my genesis
Shaking my zip, and it’s saving my mental from breaking
Caving and crippling
Scribbling into my pages, and paving my destiny
Picturing pitiful places and painting soliloquies
Pain in my angry delivery, made 'em attentive
See angels cling to my pen and keep claiming my energy
Came and gave me the crown, gave me the crown, saved me
Greatness my tendency, I train at it endlessly
Ain’t wanna make it if I made it pretending, I see
Some n***as that wake up and portray who they wish they could be
Couldn’t be me, I’m so A, it’s a shame and I think
I used to say if I'm the greatest for 10, I’m at peace
I think I want this shit forever right now

[Chorus]
I want this shit forever and now, forever and now
I want this shit forever and now
I want this shit forever and now
I want this

[Verse 2]
Way before living it, I would escape to envision it
Changing the shit they would say, I became a revisionist
Came with a vivid display of the pain that my n***as lived
Daily with diligence, babies with triggers would trigger it
Training my senses to aim at escaping my ignorance
Taming my temper, this chain on me changing my temperature
Alien Jigga, today they gon' take me as serious
Take me to Sirius, angel affiliates
Languages explain my experience, praise 'em
I chose believing in myself when you wouldn’t believe me
Now when I start to taste success, you assume that I’m greedy
I don’t agree with what you doing, you view it as devious
But you confuse being cool with obedience
Losing my lenience, moving with meaning
It’s two of me, and truthfully, this duality the root of my genius
Angels is hoodrats, 'pending on the angle you look at
Hanging with crooks, black straps came with the book bags
I was playing hooky just to work on my real craft
And to this day, I wake up and still craft it
Every line you hear crafted to give you chills after
I know shit get real, it’s a gift that I’m still rapping
Some n***as quit crafting, artists that I model my pen after
I seen they mistakes and I split patterns
Split paths and ran into my destiny years after
I feel as if I'm meant to have this shit forever right now

[Chorus]
I want this shit forever and now, forever and now
I want this shit forever and now
I want this shit

[Part VI: Pup]

[Intro]
Tee!
Wanna rock with a n***a from the three—, three
Shawty wanna rock with a
Shawty—, shawty wanna rock with a n***a from the three—, three—, three
Shawty wanna rock with a—, s—shawty wanna rock with a
Shawty wanna rock with a n***a from the three—, three
Shawty wanna rock with a
Shawty—, shawty wanna rock with a n***a from the three—, three—, three
Shawty wanna rock with a—, s—shawty wanna rock with a

[Verse]
I took the dog off the chain
I put the dog on my chain
I put the Glock in my name
I put some guap into savings
My bitch, she sexy as fuck
My pistol sexy as fuck
My n***a extra as fuck
You disrespecting, it's up

[Chorus]
Heavenly pup
Never quit levelin' up
Pedal to metal, I'm melded and welded in metal, my skeleton's struck
Met with the devil in Hell and we head on to Hell and we is in my truck
Held it and felt the lil' rush
Sent a few shells in the bush

[Bridge]
.40 got kick
.40 got kick
.40 got kick
Yeah
This .40 got kick, bruh
This .40 got kick, bruh
This .40 got kick, bruh
This .40 got kick, bruh
.40 got kick
.40 got kick
.40 got kick, hey!
This .40 got kick, bruh
This .40 got kick, bruh
This .40 got kick, bruh
This .40 got kick, bruh
Tee!