[Intro]
G7
(J.R.​)
Ayy
When you gettin' a couple dollars, they gon' always try to plot
They gon' overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots, n***a (Add that shit up, n***a)
Ayy, y'all need to stop tellin' and let the police do they— (Bitch)

[Verse 1]
I can't go nowhere without the Glock (I need that)
Call Gervonta Davis if you tryna fight, I don't box (I don't do that)
I been bustin' chains down the lot (Bust 'em down)
You know me without no ice like a gang member without no opps (I gotta have it)
When you worth a couple dollars, they gon' always try to plot (Okay)
They gon' overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots (Come on)
Need an underground bunker if I send 'еm down your block (Get low)
I wish y'all would stop tellin' and let thе police do they job (Rat-ass n***a)
I ain't fly on a plane 'til I was an adult
But my son was on a PJ before he knew how to walk (For real)
I ain't start buyin' properties 'til I was twenty-six
But my son had real estate before he knew how to go piss, bitch (Big facts)

[Chorus]
They say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much on the chain, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did (I did)
Play and you gon' get it close range, yes, you is, n***a (Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame, but they is (They is)
Lot of n***as say they ain't no lames, but they is (They is)
Said fuck me when I wasn't gettin' paid, yes, they did (They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em," leave 'em in the rain, on my kids, n***a (Fuck 'em)
[Verse 2]
I'ma cut you off, I see you do some fake shit to somebody else (No cap)
'Cause you would do that same shit to me, go work on yourself (Bitch)
If I'm showin' up, I need a bag, I don't work for my health (I need it)
If I cut you off, it's fuck you in this life and after death (Fuck you)
Told my shooter I ain't fuckin' with him if a shot miss (One shot)
If I took it, that ain't yours no more, boy, that's my shit (That's mine)
I don't care if she your baby mama, boy, that's my bitch (My bitch)
You came with me, but you ain't gettin' shit, this is my lick (Fuck on)
I been realizin' a few of my mistakes
I was feedin' n***as when they wasn't worthy of a plate
Why give that boy a brick? He ain't gon' do right with an eighth
I got white people workin' for me in honor of the slaves, n***a

[Chorus]
Ayy, they say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much on the chain, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did (I did)
Play and you gon' get it close range, yes, you is, n***a (Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame, but they is (They is)
Lot of n***as say they ain't no lames, but they is (They is)
Said fuck me when I wasn't gettin' paid, yes, they did (They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em," leave 'em in the rain, on my kids (Fuck 'em)

[Outro]
Fuck all them n***as
All of 'em
G7, n***a