[Intro]
(Yarri)
(Ayy, who made that shit, n***a? Foolio)

[Chorus]
Me and these n***as, we are not the same
I got arthritis in my neck from all these diamond chains
I'm tryna get off twenty Ps, ain't never need no fame
Back then was flippin' stolos, pokin' windows, catchin' stains
Ain't stoppin' 'til I get some payback, they gon' feel my pain
Now when I pull up in that Maybach, bitches scream my name
They tryna take pictures with me, I told Sosa, "Hold my switchy"
I still got licks for Whitney, Gallery that, this ain't no Fendi

[Verse]
Fucked her once, she said she miss me
Tryna go Patek or Richie, up this stick for tryna blitz me
Zombie Land, I got that band strapped, baby bluе, this shit for Nipsey
N***as talkin' 'bout motion, I upload a hundred, pleasе don't tempt me
Want some Ps, then meet at Denny's, pussy n***as hatin', envy
Ridin' round, pass my 30 semi
From trappin' out that old Corolla to pullin' up in Bentley
Spinnin' Benz's' and walkin' down, it fuck me up real mentally
N***as broke, they talkin' down, they wanna put an end to me
Uh, uh, uh
I need razors for these Cookies, I need bags, you tryna book me
I went broke and robbed a bookie
They give me a chance, they left me in the rain and overlooked me I don't understand these n***as chasin' fame instead of money
I'm tryna run up chicken, drop that bag and get 'em missin'
I'm tryna peace suspicion, please don't come around me whisperin'
These pussies must not listen, told 'em they gon' die for dissin'
These Perkys got me itchin', sober when I'm corner bendin', uh
Don't come around me broke, that's so offendin'
I'm in the mirror lookin' at my pendant
And you can't name a n***a over me, I'm Big Lieutenant
These n***as talkin' 'bout they up a brick, I been done did it
I'm in that ScatPack ridin' with baby AR automatic
I send some Bubba to Leaf full house, call me once he grab it
I was broke as fuck, I put it in they face and let them have it
I know they don't want no static
Shit get tragic, run up, bag it, we the ones that's causin' havoc
[Chorus]
Me and these n***as, we are not the same
I got arthritis in my neck from all these diamond chains
I'm tryna get off twenty Ps, ain't never need no fame
Back then was flippin' stolos, pokin' windows, catchin' stains
Ain't stoppin' 'til I get some payback, they gon' feel my pain
Now when I pull up in that Maybach, bitches scream my name
They tryna take pictures with me, I told Sosa, "Hold my switchy"
I still got licks for Whitney, Gallery that, this ain't no Fendi