[Verse 1]
It's a wrap n***a
Gifted, still I'm cursed like every black n***a
If I go back, would you promise I'm gon' scrap with ya?
That's the facts n***a, give a fuck about these rap n***as
Cause half the one's I seen pussy
I just want a bitch that say "I love it when you sing, Boogie"
This why n***as never seen pussy
Down talking other n***as, why you gotta read the pussy?

[Verse 2]
But let me get back to this real shit
I was on the field trip, my dad was on a guilt trip
They wonder why I never feel shit
It's crazy how that deadbeat could still produce this real shit
Music of my life, at least it ain't no dance shit
This for the ones who never really had a chance shit
Like a fuck a gun and knuckle up and throw your hands shit
Like fuck a later, handle shit right where you stand shit
Like fuck it, I'm adapting while they crashing
Family over everything, forever be my fraction
What if I subtract it, all that shit that got y'all sackin'
If the screen up on my phone was all I really had crackin'

[Bridge]
Would you still fuck with me?
Just want a bitch that say she love me and she stuck with me
Now I got no n***as tryna see wassup with me
Then they telling other n***as how they always fuck with me