[Intro]
Ayy, yeah yeah
Ooh, ayy

[Chorus]
N***a, I'm the one in fact, I put my town on my back
They'd rather see me broke but I'm thumbin' through a sack
They never show me love, I don't know how to react
So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats
I came up from the bottom, I ain't even gotta lie
I scream, fuck a job, I don't do no suit and ties
I'm always with the guys, rollin' dope, gettin' high
If a n***a think I'm lackin' then he's in for a surprise
Smokin' Pump 93, that's that fire flame
Shawty say she fuckin' with me, I don't know her name
N***as beefin' over bitches, they some fuckin' lames
Shawty wanna take a picture wearin' all my chains

[Verse]
In Morgantown, hit the club, blowin' hella dubs
And I'ma turn his girl down if she ain't tryna fuck
And n***as hate but when they see me tryna dap me up
I got my brothers with me, they be on that savage stuff
Two pills in the hills with a foreign jawn
Shawty say she really love me but I know she don't
Countin' money, layin' low, the type of shit I'm on
She like the way I freak a beat and how I make a song
And I'ma always be that n***a, they don't understand it
Crash Bandicoot in the whip, I'm a bandit
Fuck her good, before she go she make me a sandwich
She call my phone like beat it up, I come and do the damage
N***as talkin' like they know me, they don't really know me
I be ballin' left hand up, I hit the Ginobili
Twenty-four step back, they thought I was Kobe
I'm to myself, I can't trust you, you is not my homie
And every time I wake up I see some fuck shit
Check my phone, roll my dope, start the function
Nowadays everybody so reluctant
I can't blame you, got no time for that fuck shit
'Cause I remember back then, mobbin' on the low
We still hustle, we still grind, I ain't never goin' broke
I got people talkin' down on me like I wouldn't know
I confront them every time and they mad 'cause they get exposed
Boy you know we got it goin' on, my n***as gotta eat
I'll be damned if I'ma starve so we can take it to the streets
N***as foldin' under pressure, swear these rap n***as weak
I ain't changin' for nobody, when you switch you get deceased
And I ain't gotta flex, I got money in the stash
You say she hard to break, bro, I already smashed
2017, I need a Rari, do the dash
The real gon' survive and the fake will never last
I pull up in that coupe, I'ma flex with your ho
I swear I'll never fold, on my brothers that's a no
We smoke it by the O, get the package for the low
Westwood with the flow, countin' up my C notes
[Chorus]
N***a, I'm the one in fact, I put my town on my back
They'd rather see me broke but I'm thumbin' through a sack
They never show me love, I don't know how to react
So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats
I came up from the bottom, I ain't even gotta lie
I scream, "Fuck a job," I don't do no suit and ties
I'm always with the guys, rollin' dope, gettin' high
If a n***a think I'm lackin' then he's in for a surprise
Smokin' Pump 93, that's that fire flame
Shawty say she fuckin' with me, I don't know her name
N***as beefin' over bitches, they some fuckin' lames
Shawty wanna take a picture wearin' all my chains

[Outro]
Yeah yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah yeah, ayy, yeah yeah, ayy
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah ayy, ayy