[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up
The fake gon' hate, real recognize real
Burn rubber to the bag, screaming fuck how you feel
They did a n***a cold 'til a n***a got chills
I'm having withdrawals and I don't even pop pills
It's people that gotta eat, that mean I gotta make a meal
'Cause they lookin' up to me but I don't even got a mil'
And look, I ain't in my feelings, I'm just tryna keep it real
But I don't really trust nobody, I can't tell you how I feel

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Hey look, my back against the wall and I can't tell you how I feel
They took my closest homie right before I signed a deal (That's on Norf)
Everybody lookin' at me like I got a mil' (I ain't got shit)
Every time I think about the Mackk, I get chills, this shit real
Gotta go through it to get to it (Get to it)
Remember everything, won't forget how you did Rucci (Did me, n***a)
And that's on everything
Ain't depending on myself, ain't depending on you n***as
Yeah, I did it by myself, still right here with my n***as
Shed some tears, sip some liquor, I'm reminiscing
Looking at these pictures, dawg, I miss my n***as
Thinkin' 'bout my pops, free my uncle out that box
Free DaDa and fuck the opps, forever Mackk until I drop
I'm catching flights, ain't catching feelings, don't feel right with them n***as
At the light, clutch my glizzy, I don't trust shit, clearly
Catching flights, ain't catching feelings, don't feel right with them n***as
At the light, clutch my glizzy, I don't trust shit, clearly
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up
The fake gon' hate, real recognize real
Burn rubber to the bag, screaming fuck how you feel
They did a n***a cold 'til a n***a got chills
I'm having withdrawals and I don't even pop pills
It's people that gotta eat, that mean I gotta make a meal
'Cause they lookin' up to me but I don't even got a mil'
And look, I ain't in my feelings, I'm just tryna keep it real
But I don't really trust nobody, I can't tell you how I feel

[Verse 2: Rucci]
Ayy, just listen, you gotta show me that you really with me not against me
You hard-headed, you don't ever get it, pay attention
To what I'm sayin', I'ma keep it real
Been poppin' too many pills, man, I know I gotta chill
I was down on my ass, I don't wanna go back
On my face too many times but nobody know that
I think about it all the time if I could bring my bro back
Y'all see Rucci, but y'all don' know Mackk
I wanna do whatever I can do just to make my mom stress-free
I dropped out of high school, can't a soul test me
I been livin' it up, runnin' through check after check
I ain't settlin' nothin', want nothin' less but the best
Got an S on my chest like I'm Superman
I promise if I can get it done, I'ma do it, man
This from the bottom of my heart to every Rucci fan
You know I love you, you hate me, motherfuck you, haha
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up
The fake gon' hate, real recognize real
Burn rubber to the bag, screaming fuck how you feel
They did a n***a cold 'til a n***a got chills
I'm having withdrawals and I don't even pop pills
It's people that gotta eat, that mean I gotta make a meal
'Cause they lookin' up to me but I don't even got a mil'
And look, I ain't in my feelings, I'm just tryna keep it real
But I don't really trust nobody, I can't tell you how I feel