[Verse 1]
I was at the red carpet, where was you?
They rap about lies like they don't care for truth
I could rap about my bodies but I spare the youth
Just copped some new big shit that I don't care to shoot
Fuck around and hear that gun sound in relapse
I hit the gun connect like "Yo, I need three MACs"
Then hit my homies, "Any beef? Well, where they be at?"
But… like, who'd really wanna see that?
Cause we could talk about it
Might talk about this chain and this watch
It's expensive, but don't really explain what I got
Or what I did for this shit here
Cost way less bands than it did for me to get here
Losses wound more than wins heal, ain't shit fair
Told that bitch "I don't care" and don't care if that bitch care
Stress'll have me somewhere thinking like "how I get here?"
Blunt blowing while I sit here
Thinking "damn, how I get here?!"

[Hook]
Still believe in choppers
Still would do a n***a proper
I'm just thinking out loud
I'll take a penne alla vodka
In the Hennessy hopefully it's a remedy
Just praying they'll remember me
I'm just praying they'll remember me
And hopefully, they'll remember me
[Verse 2]
The juice chase the liquor, the liqour chase the problems
I put her in then fuck her out her red bottoms
You one of them if you repeat what they said 'bout him
Ain't nothing funny when that doctor picking lead out him
I'm just trying to chill and stay out your lane
Threesomes, both bitches can't pronounce my name
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Don't wanna go back to choppin' but I chop shit
A hypocrite, I'll lift a strip, holding both chopsticks
They want me out lifting the 8
When I got bigger problems like chicken or steak
If I gotta resort back, think I'll get him a wake
Doctor pumping at his chest trying to get him awake
Man… I heard that hearse ride be a cold trip
Been feeling like God ain't forgave me for some old shit
Oh shit, when Karma come around she a cold bitch
And we was fucking once, ain't nothing worse than a old bitch

[Hook]