[Intro: Black Ice]
I be like ''Oh, damn''
That's that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah
High roller, Motorola soldier
TEC-9 under his Polo, ass-n***a
Don't know his future or his past n***a
But that fast trigger got this die-cast
Forty-ounce swigger thinking his shit is bigger than mine

[Verse 1: Brent Faiyaz]
I got too much to live for
And, I ain't think about suicide never once, 'cause I'm do or die 'til I'm done
From what I see, a hater can speak on us all they want
But, when I'm close, I don't hear nothin', I swear, your timin' is fucked
And, my supporters say I'm workin' like I got assistance
Damn right, I got assistance
Too many n***as to mention
Textin' my confidant like, "Why all these n***as be flexin'?"
But Sabi said, "It ain't no thing 'til they totin' wеapons, don't even sweat it"
Evеryone think it's they time around this time
Based on my track record, I'm next in line, so, why you tryin'?
Musically, in a position to be sonnin' n***as
But, since we younger n***as, people think they fuckin' with us
She said she heard them labels scoutin', took her shoppin' tonight
I told that bitch, "If time is money, then my schedule is tight"
Hopefully, I catch a flight to New York in the mornin' and sign a contract off of my recordings
Have my city rejoicin'
Look here, all my n***as is here
Plus them bitches that's narcissistic, livin' life in a mirror
I couldn't make it any clear
Got well-connected, for real
N***as showin' love 'cause I'm makin' what they can feel
Just keep it about the business, for real
Bitch, I'm in this, for real
People all in my ear sayin' this shit they should hear
But, I don't really care about your preference
I got bigger and better things on my checklist
Mercedes and Lexus, and good on my necklace, we're here
My n***as next up this year
Reppin' LoKi until my death is near
Nothin' but fam' at my label, we made this, so, cheers
[Interlude: Black Ice]
N***a, it's not surprising to find that your state of mind got you
Parking that sixty-three thousand dollar Lex' you flex
Right outside your mother's hard-earned twenty-two-dollar duplex
You know, the one right next to the projects
Where pseudo elated, coke gang created
Crime-related manhood got you assed out, n***a
Getting high 'til you pass out, n***a
Quick way up, fast way out, n***a
How you figure your shit is bigger than mine?

[Verse 2: Tre' Amani]
Uh-uh, all I got is vocals
Don't you hear the mojo?
In this game, four years, and we still loco
I'm goin' fuckin' loco
I'm goin' fuckin' loco
A lost soul on parole, blowin' Dro's a no-no
Talkin' to myself, I was never really social
Anti-mastermind, tryna build a Moghul
Crew full of lazy n***as, where's the fuckin' promo
I do it for my dead brother and my aunty Lolo
Fuck friends, all they ever do is change, break
Fuck you too if you ever do the same
Don't change, my n***a
Stay the same, my n***a (Uh)
Everything I alim, you remain my n***a
I got pain, my n***a
Feel insane, my n***a
I'm a slave to this shit
No chains, my n***a
Get the money, fuck fame
I'm just sayin', my n***a
Mirror, mirror on the wall can you tame my n***a?
Look, hold up
I'm not paranoid or bitch
You know, I just never trust a n***a since my father went missin'
Left me in the fuckin' kitchen, with my mother with the dishes
There was no love lost 'cause she never waste Mrs
Meditate, I could sleep forever
Only clouds over here, the darker the better
Psychedelic nights, take a Tokyo trip
Get high, so high, fuck the Tokyo drift
Stop lyin', I'm a dick, you Pinocchio bitch
Take care, take care on some OVO shit
It's XO, we just tell it how it is
Ain't felt how I felt, then you ain't a Lost Kid, Amen