[Intro: Ezzy]
Yeah, never been told, never been told

[Verse 1: Ezzy]
I started hangin' with my older cousin
Now my family callin' me a thug
But he the one that show me love
So he the one that get my trust
Yeah, he the one that slangin' drugs
Even I don't really give a fuck (Da-da-da)
I think he just misunderstood (Da-da-da)
That n***a really from the mud
I'm tryna take him from the hood
See, I'm tryna take him from the hood (From the hood)
I'm tryna give my n***as dots
You in my way and I'm surprised (Damn)
I drop up them pot (Damn)
Drop buyers been lie (Damn)
Drop top feels right (Damn)
Since a boy I been stylin' (Damn)
Every time I get to ballin' (Damn)
My mama always get to bawling (Damn)
She says she think I got a problem (Damn)
She think that I'ma workaholic (Skrr)
Or what ever you wanna call it (Skrr, skrr)
I just be livin' in the moment (Skrr)
It costs a lot for Decarnes (Aye)
But I can't cop 'em in my coffin (Aye)
I swear I do it way too often, I run it up and run amuck (No)
You can't defeat the one on one (No)
Especially not one on one (No)
Mic strike like lightning (No), bright night white lighting (No)
N***as really like bitin' (No)
N***as really Mike Tyson (N***as really Mike Tyson)
[Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly & Ezzy]
Hmm (Hmm), aye, Ezzy I feel you (Hmm)
Aye, we gon' spark one up for the city (Hmm-hmm)

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Aye, started blazin' rolling papers
Gettin' faded way before I was shavin'
That must have been 7th grade then
Way back in auntie's basement
Way back when I was anxious, way back catching cases (Right)
Legal fees got me workin' hard tryna pay back daddy's savings
(Damn) Why they tell me be patient? (Woh)
Why they tell me be gracious? (Ah)
Why don't they acknowledge I did all this by myself? I ain't need favors (Yeah)
God damn I be gettin' high, doesn't mean I'm getting lazy (Nah)
Teachers teaching 'bout Reagan, I'm tryna be Jay-Z (Wooh)
Only presidents in my residence all got green faces (Aye)
I don't put 'em in the banks neither, bet it all on races (Aye)
Spades game throwing Aces (Aye), crib lookin' like Vegas (Aye)
Cleveland in my blood, bitch, that shit ain't changin' (Shh)
​​​​​​iPad, new playlist (Yeah), I'm that new favorite (Yeah)
Eyes red like Satan's (What?), roll white like angels (Eh)
I'm suited up like Frank was, Sam Cooke, Sam Davis (Aye)
Now I'm tryna be the greatest
That's a motherfuckin' statement (Oh)
Limitations only for the fakers, I can do whatever like The Matrix
Eighteen with a baby on the way, two years later, major labels
(Aye) Dappin' Kobe like he know me
Feet on the wood sittin' at the Staples (Aye)
Face on the big screen (What?), rooting for my home team
[Verse 3: Ezzy]
Yeah, all that sleepin' on me (Yeah)
And you still ain't chasin' no dreams (Yeah)
And you crazy everybody tryna milk (Yeah) me still ain't gettin' no cream (Yeah)
I only do my own thing (Yeah), I only want the whole thing (Yeah)
My flow is like a morphine (Yeah), I only want the morphines (Yeah)
I'm headed from the bottom to the top (Yeah) and I ain't stoppin'
No, that is not a option (Yeah)
N***as livin' like it's Gotham (Yeah)
These n***as robbin' gotta watch 'em (Yeah)
Sick and tired of living out of fear (Yeah)
So they gon' hate me when I'm outta here (Yeah)
They wonder how I do it all without a deal man (Yeah)
That's just how it is for real (For real)

[Outro: Ezzy]
Like, I don't know I just got the skill for real, haha (Hmm)