[Chorus]
"Young n***a, how you get this far?", Cullinan with shootin' stars
In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah)
In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded
Gettin' more than faded and used to bein' hated, ahh
Numbers, uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh
Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual
This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah)

[Verse]
I stuff a bag in the bag, we poppin' tags with cash, cool, cool
I mix up the swag, put shit on, they thought it was old news
Mihara steppin', I'm reppin' it, they double checkin' it, thought they was old schools (Woo)
I know this the life I showed you, but I miss the old you, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
If I'm tellin' the truth to you, I would rather not lie (Ooh)
If I'm tellin' the— (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I'm tellin' the truth, I would rather not lie
To you (To you), to you
To you (To you), to you

[Chorus]
"Young n***a, how you get this far?", Cullinan with shootin' stars
In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah)
In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded
Gettin' more than faded and used to bein' hated, ahh
Numbers, uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh
Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual
This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah)