[Intro]
Japan, bro
You're going up in this shit, man
N***as are not fuckin' wit' you? Fuck 'em
Live O, let's do this shit

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah
It feel like we back in this shit (Yeah)
I got tired of fuckin' that bitch, cool
I got tired of the world on my dick, woah (Yeah)
C'mon, pfft, 'kay, I feel like we back in this bitch, for real
I told my brother to chill on them pills
I'm tryna see you get rich, for real

[Post-Chorus]
I was lyin' to my mama, she ain't know I was at the studio (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' like, "Mama, I know you don't get it, but wait 'til this money come" (Hol' on, yeah)
I'm talkin' to my brother like, "I know I can feel it, I'm gon' make this money come" (Yeah)
Yeah, he like, "Lil' bro, you know I believe you, just go 'head and fuck it up" (Fuck it up)

[Verse 1]
So just guess what I did? I fucked it up (Fucked it up)
I ain't had shit and I turned it up (Turn it up)
I'm from South Atlanta so just turn it up (Yeah)
But I'm Nas-ass, I'm a warrior (No cap)
I ain't never had to serve, hell nah
But I got some brothers in the field now (Field)
I got what I wanted, I can't chill now (Can't chill)
I can't slip, I can't let it spill out (Hah)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah
It feel like we back in this shit (Yeah)
I got tired of fucking that bitch, cool (Oh, dang)
I got tired of the world on my dick (Huh, yeah, c'mon, tired of hearing that ho)
Pfft, 'kay, I feel like we back in this bitch, for real (Yeah)
I told my brother to chill on them pills (Yeah)
I'm tryna see him get rich for real (Ho)

[Verse 2]
Pfft
Man, shoutout my sister, my cousin, man, fuck it, y'all know who you are
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that Jesus piece on my wall (Huh)
I wouldn't be here if y'all wasn't hatin', keep on runnin' your mouth
But I had to turn up real quick, had to show 'em 'bout it, had to show 'em what's up (Pfft)
Yeah (Yeah)
Bitch, don't play with my family, push up, we pull up in Army trucks (No cap, yeah)
Bentley sittin' outside, I don't even drive that motherfucker, I don't wanna touch it (Yeah, ooh)
They stay fuckin' the game up, I gotta come back and push that lil' button (Push that, push that)
Yeah, I can't fuck with my chains on, that shit gon' choke me (Okay)
Turn this pointer, straight from my OG (No cap)
At this bitch house, we four deep (Packed)
If we in a mall, we forty deep
You gon' pay that price, you fuck with me
You gon' pay that fine, you fuck with me
I don't play 'bout mine, you should Google me
Couple bodies they done found it on that street (Huh, haha)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah
It feel like we back in this shit (Yeah)
I got tired of fucking that bitch, cool
I got tired of the world on my dick, woah (Yeah)
C'mon, pfft, 'kay, I feel like we back in this bitch, for real
I told my brother to chill on them pills (Ooh-ooh)
I'm tryna see you get rich, for real

[Post-Chorus]
I was lyin' to my mama, she ain't know I was at the studio
Yeah, I'm talkin' like, "Mama, I know you don't get it, but wait 'til this money come"
I'm talkin' to my brother like, "I know I can feel it, I'm gon' make this money come"
Yeah, he like, "Lil' bro, you know I believe you, just go 'head and fuck it up"

[Outro]
I was lyin' to my mama, she ain't know I was at the studio (I was on cap shit, no cap, bitch, huh)
I was lyin' to my mama, she ain't know I was at the studio

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