[Intro]
(I'm not into you)
(Huh, huh)
(Life been moving too fast)
(Life been moving too fast, okay, been moving too fast)
(Sometimes I try my best)
(Mmm, mmm)
(To get off these drugs, boy, I can't relax)
(Don't tell me 'bout that shit, I don't care)
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
What's the deal with this shit? Just go platinum (Yeah, yeah, hey)
What's the deal with this shit? It go stupid (Yeah, yeah, slime, slime)
What's the deal with that shit? Just go grab some (Hey, hey, yeah)
What's the deal with this shit? It go [?]
Came in this shit with a blick on my side, this shit is a Magnum (Uh, boom)
I fucked this bitch, but I don't want a kid, so I use me a Magnum (Yeah, swerve)
How can you trust 'em for rеal? They always lyin' (Yeah)
"Yeat, why you poppin' thеse pills?" Boy, I might die (Ooh, ooh, no cap)
You don't know how I feel, you ain't seen what I did, you ain't did what I did (Bee)
It's a reason that I'm in the spot, and you ain't on nothin', lil' bitch (Nothin')
Yeah, I told my brothers, "Just pass me the Glock, I'ma come on like this" (Phew-phew-phew)
I might just rock like this (Yeah)
I might just stop like this (Ha)
Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart, might stop like this
He ain't ever did no pills, ain't did no drugs, he don't know what it feel like this (Not at all)
This is real life bitches, this is real life debt (Yeah)
This a real life problem, better get that bread, better figure that out (Figure that out)
He ain't never heard of shit like this, 'cause you ain't ever heard my style
He ain't ever heard a real OG, 'cause this shit gon' pack you out, yeah, yeah
I'm in New York in that spot (Spot), I'm in L.A. with them rocks
I'm in L.A. with the Percs, indeed (Indeed), I don't even know what I got (Yeah)
I don't even know what the fuck that I did (I did), but this money on me, it won't stop
I don't even know that I'm [?], for real, but this bitch givin' me brain, she won't stop (Stop)
My twizzy, my gang, I might boot up for real, but my dawgs, they never gon' talk (Hey)
[Verse 2]
I heard you like [?] with the cops
I heard that you wanna get robbed (Hey)
I heard that you still with the job
I got so many damn kids in that music shit, guess that my sound so raw
I really put all of my pain in the music, for real, this shit too raw
Know that they scared of the talent I got, 'cause the chains on me say, "Wrong"
All of my real fans know that this shit too goated, this shit too strong
I wanna live on my own, I wanna get me a loan
My money know I ain't wrong, I might been on wrong
I know that you scammin' for real, but you gotta know that I'm grown
Gettin' the money for real, can't trust in the bread on my own
Trust me, I know how you feel, so tell mama I ain't comin' home