[Intro]
(CookUpMason)

[Verse]
If Osh'a wasn't rapping, I'd probably be jackin' and scammin'
And dressin' up like Danny Phantom
N***as be bitches and closin' the door when they in
Bet I find the way in like I'm Santa
He not an OG, man, that boy a ho-G
What's done in the streets supposed to stay in the streets
Yeah, I used to hit licks and go fuck Dominique
Yeah, booster bae messy, but she keep me neat
This Givenchy and Louis
Who would think we was poor, on the floor watchin' Peter and Stewie?
Word around town, man, them n***as get down
Before we broke a pound, we was savin' up doobies
I used to feel stuck, outta luck with a hole in my Chucks
Sellin' grams, tryna get me a QT
No one around, I felt just like a clown
Lookin' down at the ground with my face looking droopy
Oh, that boy say he can give you the world?
Well, come fuck with me, bae, I'm the universe
Yeah, I like how your diamonds be hittin', but you don't compare
I'm the diamond that's in the dirt
I can go where I'm from, but lil' n***a, you can't
'Cause you really a bitch from the outskirts
When I'm hitting, your bitch, make her outburst
I'm the reason she sayin' her mouth hurt, ugh
She wanna be my queen, Alexander
But I don't go no feelings, no feelings, no feelings
You ain't did shit for a n***a, so like the feds
He act like I don't know n***as, yeah
It's supposed to been you and I, but I ain't sayin' no vowels
'Cause Osh'a never owe n***as
You didn't believe in me, dog, and that hurted my feelings
No crowd, I'ma show n***as
Yeah, I love my lil' daughter, her daddy a bitch n***a
Didn't want to step 'til I stepped in (Ugh)
Yeah, he a fuck n***a, so I call him FN
He gotta get hit with that FN (Hrrt)
When I talk, I'ma talk with my chest
He a ho, so that lil' n***a talk with his chest in (Haha)
I don't like to vent, so I'm ventin' to God and this mic
This that shit that I kept in (Yeah)
We can't do drive-bys, lil' brother, we must hit our target
Let's pop out and give that boy hell
Fuck a revolver, lil' brother, we need more than six
Put a bag on the Glock for the shells
Best keep a rocket, your partner been plottin' on the low
N***a dirty mackin', pocket watchin'
All out of favors, my n***a, and I don't feel sorry
I got it, but I ain't really got it
[Outro]
We can't do drive-bys, lil' brother, we must hit our target
Let's pop out and give that boy hell
Fuck a revolver, lil' brother, we need more than six
Put a bag on the Glock for the shells
Best keep a rocket, your partner been plottin' on the low
N***a dirty mackin', pocket watchin'
All out of favors, my n***a, and I don't feel sorry
I got it, but I ain't really got it