[Intro: DC The Don]
Ray, where the fuck are you?
Damn, Trademark

[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix 'cause the way that they all be fakin'
And I ride with a hunnid rounds 'cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you

[Verse 1: YNW BSlime]
Yeah, glad the boys just rеally made it out
Stack this cheddar, make my brothеr proud
Watch out for the snake n***as, they gon' talk about you when you not around
And that's factual, they be cappin' bro
Can't let them get past me though
New crib when I blow up, I'm feelin' too real, finna go up
I got a 30 on me, better show up
No, you not gang, lil' boy, you don't know us
I know that they lame, I know that they runnin'
He want the bank, he don't want the money
I told my brother, "I feel something comin'"
No more rainy days, it's finna be sunny, yeah
Oh, I watched it all, seen it all
No more calls, we gon' ball
It's in the past, know it wouldn't last
No turnin' back, we full gas
[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix 'cause the way that they all be fakin'
And I ride with a hunnid rounds 'cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you

[Verse 2: DC The Don]
Mercedes Benz, it's a S-Class, I could skrrt off
Walked in with some Rick Owens jeans, racks out, I'ma show off
Bitch, you didn't shoot with me in the gym, racks in, I don't know y'all
V-12 with some turbo, legendary shit, J. Cole
Tryna go up, we in sport mode (Whoa)
All this shit I'm doin' really legendary, hella legendary
I don't know, she said, "You the G.O.A.T. and Donny, it don't make sense" (Whoa, whoa)
And I said, "Yes, girl, now I know and it's so dope livin' on the road, but I ain't got my brother with me, I ain't ate since" (Ah-ooh, yeah)
But she said, "Okay, let's get's to it, I peep the shit you doin'"
I just want your soul, baby, can you do it? (Oh)
And don't be sorry, I don't need a sorry, save that shit for the radio
Slam the door and you swerve off (Skrrt, skrrt)
Sendin' broken hearts, always tryna get the last word off
[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix 'cause the way that they all be fakin'
And I ride with a hunnid rounds 'cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you