[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out to haters, the reason I made it (Thank You, Jimmy boy)
They like "Dyl how you feel like I ain't made it"
They like "Dyl how you feel you don't feel famous" (That shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Hell nah, I'm just getting to the paper

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
I feel God teaching me patience
Gotta calm bro down, he been tryna work on his anger
I been tryna tell him quit bankin'
I been tryna tell him stop buying these clothes and buy acres (Uh-huh)
And lately been pushing these peace
But a n***a act dumb, then his ass As-salamu alaykum
Have Mo and them, put him in shankles
Put duck tape around him and have him leave nothing but ankles (Slow down)
That's enough about that, See this chain, get touched bout that
Don't trip when I spend one shot in his back
No window shop no more, go straight to the back
Hopped straight in the game, and went straight to the max
I ain't even blow yet, God hold me back
'Cause he know it, once he let me go get 'em, it's raps
Protected by the blood, still riding with gat
If shit go down, I know I got bro
I lost ten bands, it's like stubbing my toe
You gotta know one monkey don't stop the show
I just need me and a paddle to drive this boat (Thank You, Jimmy boy)
Can't get close, I don't know what he on
Auntie been talking, n***as been plottin' and watchin' (That shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
I'm on it, I'm playin' them close
[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out to haters, the reason I made it
They like "Dyl how you feel like I ain't made it"
They like "Dyl how you feel you don't feel famous"
They don't know I'm just getting to the paper

[Verse 2: Lil Tony Official]
These n***as sell they soul for a placement
Probably be stressed 'til you old if you chase it
N***a go broke, get cut in the head off a goat's like, when they that's gon' save em'
These weird ass a n***a, be touching on kids, the same one owning these labels
When I had to eat, I never throw on a bill, but I did throw the mask on, baby
They try to steal everything that we work for, n***as so blind they don't even wanna see it
Most of the nights they hiding inside of a book, n***a, open your lens and peek it
They tryna turn us against each other, let's show them we all one equal as people
Find where the power at, let go and get it back
Once we go get it back, don't be a sequel
You want some get back, don't get no get back
Show 'em you better, don't show 'em you even
This n***a bitch made, I don't really get that, Tony just sit back and look at the evil
Money ain't makin' no impact, shit, you don't give back, you probably part of the reason
Switch on the truth, never did that, Tony a get rat 'fore he ever get caught sleazin'
I can't lie, I really started feel famous
The money getting real, and these bitches getting fake
I'm striving for greatness, printing jean shorts on the bitch, I might just skate on the hater
Finally ran up some paper, I'm showin' the bro how to walk in the greatness
And my bitch don't act like my bitch, she cut, ho lucky she fucked with the greatest
[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out to haters, the reason I made it (Thank You, Jimmy boy)
They like "Dyl how you feel like I ain't made it"
They like "Dyl how you feel you don't feel famous" (That shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
They don't know I'm just getting to the paper