[Intro]
You, you n***a broke, it's a joke
Eddie Murphy, I'ma real street n***a, I be-
Never be commercial

[Verse]
I used to be runnin' out of money, n***a, nowadays I ain't runnin' out of nun
Lil baby attitude was funky, everything changed she ain frontin' she fuckin'
Open up the pack, it's skunky, 28 grams cost a n***a 500
When you see the double cup, I ain't stuntin'
Problem with my Bape like a motherfuckin' monkey
Stretchin' up the dope, we ain't stressin' nun
You could make half a brick if you stretch a hunnid
That n***a think he tough, we'll press his buttons
Put the roof in the trunk with the press of a button
I'm really livin life, I ain't flexin' or nun
I put in that work, I ain't never been a flunkie
I really gotta thumb through the check to get horny
Ion need a fuckin' wife havin' sex to the money
That n***a really broke, it's a joke Eddie Murphy
I'ma real street n***a, I could never go commercial
I'm a Wavy Gang baby livin' life like a surfer
Rock Chrome heart shades when a n***a feel nerdy
He a real life nerd, he ain't never seen a birdie
N***a stuntin' on my swag, goin' home and rehearse it
I got real mob ties, get you kidnapped and murdered
I'll show yo ass a bunch of brown squares like a hershey
Word to my n***a Rock goin' money on money
And I'm hood rich like my n***a King, I really got money on money
Young street n***a never signed a deal, spent thousand on thousand on garments
Any n***a ever sent a threat to me, better hurry up and say sorry
I wake up and drinkin' this drank like it's coffee
Smokin' that dank like I'm Damian Marley
Ride with them choppas like Davis Harley
Get rich with my brothers like Damon and Marlon
Fuck her so good, she wanna stay 'til the morning
Throwin' it at me, I ain't say that I want it
This bitch dm me and told me I'm makin' her wet that she somewhere way in Boston
I'm young and got fame, I'm considered a target
I'm rockin' every show with some shit with a cartridge
We rocked every show and a n***a ain't try it
I left KOD and pulled off in a foreign
I find out you hatin' yo bitch on the market
He keep throwin' salt, I'ma hit it regardless
I'm fly as ET, I get high as a Marshall
I feel like Philipps, bitches say that I'm bossy
You stealin' my swag at least tell 'em who taught you
Them old n***as hatin' I'm slayin' they daughter
Me and Tay be switchin' lanes in the Rari
Laughin' cause we gettin' cake like our father