[Verse 1]
Yeah, something I don't understand (Woo)
I know some guys from the roots of this shit
Who ain't congratulate me on Grammy
N***a, I thought we was family
That small cut hurt me deep
Like paper cuts on my hand from counting this cheese
But I'm still human that cheddar don't really mean nothing to me
I got feelings, I don't be in 'em
I don't feel blue, this ain't like denim
But I like shorts, that's how I tell them
I address it, and then I move on
Like a mailman, on my two wheel
With the pegs in and the basket, for my baggage
And the gold frame when they tryna paint me as the bad man

[Verse 2]
They'll call you trash 'cause you tried
Same ones they never tried shit in they lives
N***as will watch you and watch you take shots
And tell you, "you missed" from the side
But that's 'cause they pay attention
And they mouth is gettin' for the mention
Words don't hold no gravity to me
I ain't flyin' in they solar system, listen
Why you shoot your arrow? (Arrow)
And aim it at my head? (Aim it at my head)
All because you scarecrow (Scarecrow)
And you ain't move your legs (You ain't move your legs)
I won't get complacent (Complacent)
And say "it is what it is" (Say that "it is what it is")
N***as will tell me that I couldn't do something
What did I do? I did
[Verse 3]
They hot, and if I slide in the DM
Probably get a screenshot
These girls and boys, got me all 'noyed (Yeah)
And I'm feeling bigger, man, these n***as on wars
Got my ears to the street, white noise too loud
Got it in the pillow if it's going down
Heater under pillow, knife in the drawer
N***as like, "what for?", motherfucker, paranoid
I don't trust nobody, not even my mommy
Abracadabra, go ghost on you n***as
And I know that I got it, I don't boast on you n***as
I don't respect y'all, no, I don't toast to you n***as
We don't get the same bread, no, yeah, ho
They gon' get you if I said so, so, there, ho

[Verse 4]
Bitch I got the fuzz like kiwi
Lime Van belt, n***a, I don't do DB
House on the motherfucking hill like a key
You need a hike boot just to see me
Little silk scarf, crazy with the tie
New le FLEUR* dots with the daisy on the side
You can't get 'em, we don't want you in 'em
Better go and get the little swag off Hidden
Y'all be one oakin'
I be French chokin'
Crock on the cardigan, crock on the Cartier
Strap look pink like strawberry marmalade
Had a little (Ting) out in London where we parted ways
'88 Lancia (Vroom), Mandalay
N***a, I'm gone, (Vroom), andale
Bitch, I get the fuck off like holiday (Haha), ayo
[Verse 5]
I hate the word urban the Grammy's would say (Yeah)
They unplugged that controller like, bitch, I'm not playing (Woo, woo, woo)
I brought all my brothers, I felt like the Wayans
I keep who I fuck on that low like I'm Zayn (Yeah, yeah)
Hit Henry Taylor, might ask him to paint 'em (Yeah)
Slow on that BMX, ride like the phantom (Woo)
Y'all trip they follow, I feel like the mayor
Come back with a warrant, I want all the paper (Paper, n***a)
Been growing my hair out, I don't want it faded
Growing too slow, I've been patiently waiting
Been thinking about transplant like boys feeling daisy
Don't ask 'bout my n***as
Don't ask 'bout my lady
Ask 'bout my status, I don't want it stated
I'm private like prisons
I don't see no ceilings
I get on that stage and the building start flaming
I look in the mirror like "N***a, we made it"
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[Outro: Solange]
Pour my drank, drank
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Pull that Lac on 'em
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Brown liquor, brown liquor
Brown skin, brown face