[Intro]
(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
Uh

[Chorus]
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
What 'bout me missin' you friend is gettin' hard to pretend? Doggone
Uh, left the hood, what they sayin'? And, I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon

[Post-Chorus]
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (Ayy)
I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas (Ayy)
We gon' time us, especially up on the dial (Ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah

[Verse]
Hе run to make a post, we drill him just like A. Rodgеrs
I had nowhere to run to, I feel like Vince Carter
I pull up in a old-school like I'm not able
Bro shoot that heat like he Tyler, merk ya creator
Come from the hood, no business runnin' 'cause it's on my lap
And n***as goin' fed' just to get they bitches stomach flat
Life's a gamble, they say Cello died shootin' crabs
Only way we make it out, we hustle, shoot ball, or we rap
Draco got a elbow while speedin' this Lamborghini
Don't mistake me for these n***as, a hundred just on my beanie
I done did it all without you, feel like I'm sneezing
Tell her 'bout my vision, she ain't believe me, now, I'm on TV
Ayy, fuck 'round and ran I up my bolts now the bitch want me nailed
Ayy, gotta be another sun in this world, 'cause it ain't over here
Ayy-ayy, gotta find another way to heal, instead of fixin' every broken piece
Ayy-ayy, ain't no love in this game, Lord, I come to you as I fuckin' heal
Know you ain't proud of me, it's on your face
I ran up my money, now, these hoes gon' wait
Went out and got more again, but we won't leave a trace, alright
Alright, so tired of fakin' like I'm alright
I never know if it's gon' be alright
Then, I hear Angels whisperin', "It's alright"
Only thing my problem is, is I don't feel nothin'
It's like if It don't benefit ya, I won't hear from ya
Undercover hate, they Bill like they Cosby
All my young thugs be servin' white and coppin' Molly
[Chorus]
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
What 'bout me missin' you friend is gettin' hard to pretend? Doggone
Uh, left the hood, what they sayin'? And, I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon

[Post-Chorus]
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (Ayy)
I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas (Ayy)
We gon' time us, especially up on the dial (Ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah