[Verse 1]
I'm willin' to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my Telegram, like, "Be cautious!"
I be hangin' out
I'm willin' to die for this shit, n***a
I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, n***a
We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
That's why you mainey-ass rap n***as better know

[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass n***a, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Verse 2]
I'm allergic to a bitch n***a, ayy
An imaginary rich n***a, ayy
Seven figures, ho, that's slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah
They never been ready—yeah, I know, yeah, know, yeah
100K spread across the floor, 'cross the floor, yeah
None of y'all fuckin' with the flow, yeah, the flow, yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look at their laces
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that's the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option
[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass n***a, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Bridge]
Damned if I do, if I don't (yuhhh)
Goddamn us all if you won't (yuhhh)
Damn, damn, damn, it's a goddamn shame
You ain't frontline, get out the goddamn way

[Verse 3]
N***as thought they wasn't gonna see me, huh?
N***as wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
'Cause most of y'all ain't real
Most of y'all gon' squeal
Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman
Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies
Most of y'all don't fade, most of y'all been advised
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
But it's a difference between black artists and wack artists