[Intro]
(India Got Them Beats)
(You said your girl India made this, right?)

[Verse 1: Rojay MLP]
I see waves in my diamonds, I'ma let them bitches see
I've been down for so long, like some years, and some weeks
You always was my option A, now it's how it gotta be
Tat my name on your body, now, you belong to me
It's like you starin' through a window, lookin' outside when I'm sittin' in
I'm come from nothing, now it's Never Broke Again, no (No)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah)
I'm tryin' to hold everything, Lord forgive me for my sins
Put my pain inside that pen
Writing songs on the road, goin' states I've never been
On my way, it was gettin' foggy, had to wipe off my lens
Well, I don't wanna be like them, I don't follow no trends (No, no)
Got to see my sister smile, I ain't see that in a while
I ain't gotta win no Oscar just to make my family proud
Runnin' back, puttin' concrete, puttin' souls in the ground
I hate when bitch n***as come 'round and go to sniffin' like some hoes

[Chorus: Rojay MLP]
Whole lotta sharks in that water (In that water), I'ma still swim (I'ma still swim)
Whole lotta shots in that carbine, I'ma still spin (Grrt, bah, bah)
Imma need my tint a lil darker, just to ride in
I don't trust a GPS, don't want to be misguided
[Verse 2: NoCap]
Everything I drop a hit, I ain't got no insurance
N***a, know I keep that pistol, but I ain't gotta urine
Cup of lean a stick and jewelry, in the back of the Suburban
Our jeweler say that watch was fifty-thou, I told him, "I ain't worried"
If love kill, then I'm tryna destroy the hate
They don't believe that a n***a want better days
Bad bitches, and they come in all type of shapes
Renni Rucci, Rubi Rose and Coi Leray
Young n***a had a vision, had to shake them trenches
Tryna find out how to make a million in thirty minutes
Everybody want the fame 'til the hurts get in it
Ayy, everybody want the diamonds 'til the dirt get in it
Whenever I speak, boy, that's cash talk
It's an eagle on the mic, it's a Trackhawk
And my bitch look like Risheeta, I gotta keep that heater
Even if my neighbor was Kirk Frost
And my grandma hate I'm sad, I got it from my Dad
So I told her that it's her fault
Ayy, this is no cap, thousand-dollar hats
I gotta stay away from Chrome Hearts

[Chorus: Rojay MLP]
Whole lotta sharks in that water (In that water), I'ma still swim (I'ma still swim)
Whole lotta shots in that carbine, I'ma still spin (Grrt, bah, bah)
Imma need my tint a lil darker, just to ride in
I don't trust a GPS, don't want to be misguided