[Intro]
I'm way up, way up, yeah
And it's forever 23, it's forever 23

[Verse 1]
I'm on that real n***a shit, no I won't never change
And I don't fuck with these rappers 'cause these n***as strange
Shit I'd rather be a trapper, give a fuck 'bout fame
You run up thinkin' you a jacker, you can lose your brain
And I'ma say this once, watch how you say my name
And I can't trust no more, this shit so fucking lame
I could've bought me a new house but I copped me a chain
And I just left Ice Man, this ain't from Johnny Dang
They say they want pressure, that's what I'ma bring
Pussy n***a you can play and get hit with the flame
We gon' pull up where you stay and we gon' let it rain
N***a fuck you and your brother and fuck what you claim
I need me a cup of ice so I pull up right at the store
I feel like Future, dirty Sprite, this shit here got me moving slow
Tryna pour a four, I fuck 'round, spilt that shit all my clothes
But what you better know is I can’t move unless I got the pole
Fuck 12, they on my dick, they just want me to fold
Was mad as hell, I went to jail on the way to my show
They took eleven bands and then they put my shit on froze
And then they took my rifle that came with a telescope
But I'm still with the shits, just thought that I should let you know
Bitch I'm that n***a, that's some shit that they already know
I faced the fact that I can't even fucking trust no more
Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, they cut your throat
[Chorus]
Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah
Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah
And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah
Might be the realest shit I ever wrote
Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah
Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah
And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah
Might be the realest shit I ever wrote

[Verse 2]
Remember we was posted up at the store
Now I'm touring, riding foreign, every day on the road
Some of my n***as from the north, most of my n***as throw fours
If I ain't got it then you know my n***as clutching a pole
Don't understand why the fuck they speak on shit they don't know
I keep the stick, it's in my reach and that's wherever I go
Think I won't squeeze 'em, watch you bleed, gon' lose your top when I blow
A hundred shots gon' clear the scene, gon' turn that bitch to a ghost
My brother been on the run, the feds tried to snatch him
My plug been tryna front, I guess it's time to jack him
Forever thuggin', if you love me go and buy my album
But I'm a street n***a, don’t give two fucks 'bout going platinum

[Chorus]
Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah
Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah
And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah
Might be the realest shit I ever wrote
Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah
Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah
And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah
Might be the realest shit I ever wrote