[Verse 1]
Even at my worst I'm at my best
Bet if I had it all I'd ask for less
And we ain't got shit, so we ask what's next
Bet I reach in the sky and grab a jet for my respect
Hop on my Lojack, I plan to hi-jack
Paid a taxi on the way and rob 'em on the ride back
Crabs in this barrel reaching for me like a climax
I'm strapped, these n***as might run up in my pad for my iPad
And if she got that apple bet you I mack
I watch that thing jiggle in 3D, IMAX
She said she got a knot and need a man to tie that
Smellin' like cucumber and lilacs, I like that
These pain killers don't really help with the pain
I crush 'em, snortin' mountains up yet everything's the same
My bills divide everything up and nothing remains
But once you've lost everything, there's nothing left but to gain
Real words if I ever spoke some
OG kush be the ashes the phoenix rose from
Roll bills and rail lines 'til my nose numb
Fucking off with the devil until the Lord come

[Break 2]
Everywhere I go I got ho on my dick
No I don't like it, I love that shit
I love that shit, I love that shit
No I don't like it, I love that shit
[Verse 2]
I got this aura that'll blind you
Like a rush hour glare across your windshield
Crash with any rapper alive, they often get killed
I was just a little boy, riding my big wheel
Now I'm the man and I'm going H.A.M. like Smithfield
Y'all don't know about them Smithfield hams
That southern food greens, macaroni and yams
Rice pudding and pig feet, baby onions, liver
Boil the turkey neck bone and deep fry the gizzard, mmm
Gotta visit my grandmama
She ain't dead, she alive
It's just been forever since I stopped by
Mi-Ma forgive me, I been out on my grind
But I keep you right by my money, that's on my mind all the time

[Break]
And I'm smoking on loud with the homies
Riding 'round yelling, "Fuck the police!"
My man rolled up, has got tore off
And now your best friend becomes your co-d

[Verse 3]
Even at my worst, I'm better than y'all
Gettin' head in the whip right ahead of the law
They pay me how I weigh, or weigh me by the cadence
So you could bet I'm getting scratch like a rapist
Cause when my finger itch
You could get hit with a clip of stinger tips
All up in your teeth and shit
No ratatatat just blow, cause I don't like repeating shit
All disoriented from the liquor shots and reefer hits
If you twisting up I need a hit
Fuck is this? I'm seeing shit
I take another hit, I'm deep in shit
I'm tired of screaming, shit, fuck it, you could keep the whip
But you know I hold it down
Every damn day, ten toes on the ground
No tear no frown, now I got the whole world up in my sound
[Break 3]
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
Of changing from boys to men

[Verse 4]
Fuck yo couch, my shoes cost more
You had like 12 strokes on par 4
What you call wifeys, we call hoes
What we call closets, you call stores

[Hook]
I got 56 grams of the sour
Running through this shit like it's some Reggie
That's a high-class lowlife, high-class lowlife
High-class lowlife
I paid two thousand for this bottle of the Louis
Pour it out on bitches like the Belve
That's a high-class lowlife, high-class lowlife
High-class lowlife
They should've never let them n***as in the back with money
They don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on)
No they don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on)
Should've never let them n***as in the back get money
They don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on)
Naw they don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on)
[Verse 5]
Watch as I drag my nuts on all of y'all
I got lipstick on my collarbone
Stuntin' on these n***as, rockin' lots of gold
Still I'm jackin' toilet paper out my momma home
From the 804 I thought that you should know
Cause very few make it out, but I maneuvered though
She threw the poon at me, had to let that cutie know
I'm grown, now I think it's time I graduate to booty hole
I'm jokin' but I'm not, smokin' on that pot
You know what I'm about
Her and her, you and you, come hop in my ride
I'm gon' twist this sour, we gon' scrape the sky
I-I, don't lie bitch, you know you ain't never been this high
And you can't go back to that guy
When you been with the likes of this guy
Twistin' up that haze, n***a, my brain sizzle like a fish fry
N***as actin' fishy we let clips fly

[Hook]