[Intro: LUCKI]
Ayy, I still drink—, I'm a-
You, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: LUCKI]
I still drink syrup on the regular
Devil at the door I thought about lettin' her in
I still never choose y'all over medicine
I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman
How I make junkie look elegant?
Tune don't like nobody and he yellin' it

[Verse: LUCKI]
You can ask, "How much for a verse?" But it's irrelevant
I think all you n***as flat and I'm prayin' you get back
In Sky-ami in the Bentley, I still rather it be a Track
M-O-B, this shit the biggest, crush whoever in the path
N***as think they own yo' soul if they helped you in the past
She think I'ma lie on one, she don't sell it, but it was cap
I sent money back home, I thought I made it off that
I ain't even know what was comin', these n***as sold they soul for that
I can act like shit 'bout money, but I be speakin' what's on my mind
But I be takin' it for what it is
I can't even feel my face, know my—
I can't even feel my face, know my heart pumped nun'
I make youngins run the huddle
I got richer because I'm stubborn
And I still can't fake it 'cause it'll embarrass the ones who love me
If it get ugly, they'll probably go and risk it all for me
I be hopin' they relate, but your life too different for me
And I still can't—, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: LUCKI]
I still drink syrup on the regular
Devil at the door I thought about lettin' her in
I still never choose y'all over medicine
I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman
How I make junkie look elegant?
Tune don't like nobody and he yellin' it

[Outro: LUCKI]
Straight like that