[Intro]
Unh, uh (Yeah, ayy, yo, Drum, play that bitch back)
Nah, na-na-na-na-na, mm (Drum, heat it up)
Ayy, free Migo, n***a
We gon' ball 'til we fall like tears, n***a

[Chorus]
I really couldn't imagine me fake actin' and braggin' (Uh, whoa)
I see the jealousy all on their face, it's like acne (Uh, whoa-oa)
Really thought you'd be happy that the Devil didn't catch me (Whoa-oa)
But I see you looked past me, I ran it up, yeah, sadly (Yeah)
And a lot of n***as want my spot, but I won't give it up (Yeah)
The streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked (Yeah)
It ain't no shot clock, but I promise it's gon' come in clutch (Yeah)
Mama, you won't bury me, I promise I ain't this smart for nothin', uh

[Verse 1]
They ain't got no choice but to let him out like the ink in this pen
We took our first L being born in the trenches we in
Fallen soldiers, half of 'em dead, the rest couldn't meet my ends
But that ain't gon' stop shit 'cause I'm an ape, but I stand on all ten
Funny how they never show no love to a street n***a
No friction, but you went against the grain, I had to hit you
Fake n***as say I changed, they tryna frame a n***a picture
When it's smoke, no, we don't run, we light that flame, and turn into hipsters, yeah (Yeah)
I be deep in the streets, so don't be surprised if it's my bride
N***a, I ain't that colorblind, I can see the hate in disguise
Funny how I don't never lose my vision when I close my eyes
But no matter how hard I try (Woah)
[Chorus]
I just really couldn't imagine me fake actin' and braggin' (Whoa)
I see the jealousy all on their face, it's like acne (Whoa)
Really thought you'd be happy that the Devil didn't catch me (Whoa)
Now, I see you looked past me, I ran it up, yeah, sadly
And a lot of n***as want my spot, but I won't give it up
The streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked
It ain't no shot clock, but I promise it's gon' come in clutch
Mama, you won't bury me, I promise I ain't this smart for nothin', uh

[Verse 2]
Grown n***as look up to a lil' n***a, that should tell ya somethin'
My own blood did my funky, I don't wanna go to Compton
Knew it was the end of my struggle, but I didn't hear no trumpets
Better tell the world I'm comin', bitch, I'm a star, no common
We all know who gon' be real at the end
I know you ain't my n***a, but I still want you to win (Uh)
We gon' break that money down, split the dividends
We gon' get that money fast, call it bringin' end, uh
Unh-uh, dick on this stick, but it's straight
You hear that big n***a VVS, got some good PH
Pain, money, and struggle, n***a, I told you we was gon' be safe
They know what the business is, I ain't gotta carry no briefcase

[Chorus]
I really couldn't imagine me fake actin' and braggin' (Uh, whoa-oa)
I see the jealousy all on their face, it's like acne (Uh, whoa-oa)
Really thought you'd be happy that the Devil didn't catch me (Whoa-oa)
But I see you looked past me, I ran it up, yeah, sadly (Yeah)
And a lot of n***as want my spot, but I won't give it up (Yeah)
The streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked (Yeah)
It ain't no shot clock, but I promise it's gon' come in clutch (Yeah)
Mama, you won't bury me, I promise I ain't this smart for nothin', uh