[Intro]
(R-R-R-Remedy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Twenty-one, I need a mil'
Soon as they let bro touch down, we givin' hell
Right now, I gotta win 'cause we done took so many L's
Can get it there myself, I never sent it through the mail
I can set it off with this ten milli'
We been losin' for so long, who gon' win with me?
You better not never leave your pole, that shit real gritty
Better take all your belongings, bitch, it's bip city, yeah
I'm just tryna really fuck hoes, touch bigger knots
I rеally come from bleedin' the road and sendin' shots
It's still thе same thing, just more bags and bigger Glocks
Bitch, I'm way too up to be worried what n***as got
But people keep on tellin' me I'm next up
In my city, warzone, better vest up
All I know is hit the road, run that check up
Gon' have to show a whole lot, you tryna impress us

[Chorus]
If they ask, I'm doin' well
You can ask my dogs do I send money to the jails
You can ask my bitch, 'cause I just put her in Chanel
My brother would be home, but they denied my n***a bail
Shit don't be the same, I just feel different
She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real n***as
Yeah, them boys cannot compare, it's a real difference
It be hard to hide the pain, 'cause these real feelings, yeah
[Verse 2]
Brand new BENOWRLD, yeah, watch 'em try and copy this
Told bro, "If you need me, we pullin' up with hockey sticks"
The Glock brand new, it got me movin' kinda stiff
Told bro, "You got a problem, better not be about no bitch"
You can pull up to my crib, this a real loft
Twenty-four, I'm on my grind, I can't call off
Bitch, I don't know who you is, ain't no raw dog
Damn near cut a n***a off for tryna ballhog
I'm just yellin' free my unc', they tryna sit him down
I'm tryna hold my neck up, it's like eight hundred grams
Tryna be the first in my hood to pull up in that Lam'
Even all the kids know that I'm that n***a now
I brought out a cool amount I'm tryna pass out
Take a look at my account, you probably pass out
I know they hate to hear my name, they probably badmouth
Five percent how I'm ridin', ain't no glass house

[Chorus]
If they ask, I'm doin' well
You can ask my dogs do I send money to the jails
You can ask my bitch, 'cause I just put her in Chanel
My brother would be home, but they denied my n***a bail
Shit don't be the same, I just feel different
She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real n***as
Yeah, them boys cannot compare, it's a real difference
It be hard to hide the pain, 'cause these real feelings