[Intro]
(Oh my God, Keyboard, you're so based)
Yeah, yeah
(Keyboard on the beat)

[Verse]
Ran up a check, ain't no max out
Walk up in the bank and bring them racks out
I go to the money, it's a cash route
Pull up to your hood and take the cap out
Burning burners at the crib like sage
I'm just a young n***a that's paid
Young n***a having his way
Never gonna rat, I ain't writing no statement
Play with this shit, get turned to a statement
Scarface, kick a n***a face in the pavement
Play with this shit, there ain't no saving
We them n***as and everybody know
Still free C Styles and RIP [?]
Y'all n***as talking sticks, but I really got those
They [?] n***a, I really [?]
Fuck a n***a in the gang, gon' blitz
Get put on a plate like grits
Yeah, it could go up like a [?]
When I beef, I do not let go