[Verse]
That fake shit be so real, you gotta duck it
Let them haters say what they want, I'm like, "Fuck it"
The type of pain I've been through, they couldn't stomach
Drug wars through four summers with more gunners
Gold nuggets all on my hands like the eighties
Fresh ice every year, I'm Tom Brady
Friends turn to haters and now they act flaky
Like a pit when you get a new baby, they turn shady
These boys lazy, that's why their bank accounts shaky
Relying on ladies like being broke is gravy
I'm thinking like Jay-Z, I'm tryna get them M's
Then trying to get them B's, they tryna get them Z's
I put it down with the packs, they gave me paranoia
Pounds in the Panamera way before Pandora
You know the aura, just grind and be patient
And never mind the hate, just use it as motivation

[Outro]
Are you willing?
Shout out to Paul Wall, new project with Term soon