[Intro]
I was in the trenches, duckin' crash, yeah, shootin' Newton
I hawk n***as down on dead ends and start reckless shootin'
I jumped off the stage with a K, it was bad timing
And even when I beat life twice, who did that body?
Sheesh
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I know the truth
Man, I don't even know

[Chorus]
You do not be on what you say on you on, n***a
You do not live where you say you live, n***a
You don't hold all them big guns in the videos
You ain't beat the DP life and put your city on
That is not your life, but you make it look good
Standin' on the block, bitch, you paid to look hood
I was in the trenches with the Draco right with me
He praying up to God, but it's athеists with me

[Verse 1]
I was in the trenchеs, duckin' crash, yeah, shootin' newton
I hawk n***as down on dead ends and start reckless shootin'
I jumped off the stage with a K, it was bad timing
And even when I beat life twice, who did that body?
Walked the main line, n***as was scared to pass by me
I'm a millionaire, n***as expecting me to act different
I'm Mr. Big Banc Uchie Face, n***a, I'll slap n***as
I'll put some cash on you, I'll double back on you
Watch how you talk to me, n***a, 'cause it's that normal
Turn a n***a to a cheese sandwich with this MAK-90
Thuggin' since twelve, since I had the Jack-Jack tat
This nina got a dick on it and she ready for the backlash
Watch how you talk to me, n***a, 'cause it's that normal
Turn a n***a to a cheeseburger with this MAK-90
Thuggin' since twelve, since I had the Jack-Jack tat
This nina got a dick on it and she ready for the backlash, ooh
[Chorus]
You do not be on what you say on you on, n***a
You do not live where you say you live, n***a
You don't hold all them big guns in the videos
You ain't beat the DP life and put your city on
That is not your life, but you make it look good
Standin' on the block, bitch, you paid to look hood
I was in the trenches with the Draco right with me
He prayin' up to God, but it's atheists with me

[Verse 2]
Mindfuck, was on a mountain bike wearing ten medallions
Pump faked him, hit him with the K, should've seen it coming
Put my address on my tape, what n***a said they lookin' for me?
So cold I do 'em, look, guys, it's the bully breaker
Big Banc Buddha chains, I'm giving you the good old days
Backyard knuckle fest, police raids, nothin' there
2017, it was green, all orange chicken
2018, had to sit for my cold living
2019, was with the mafia, the cold killers
2020, showboatin' in the Dawn like I'm Hulk Hogan
Gon' tell you like I told the police, I don't know nothin'
Fuck all them shootings that they say a n***a did, I'm a songwriter
All them n***as tellin' in my comments with that long typing
Gon' tell you like I told the police, I don't know nothin'
I don't know who shot your mans, I'm a songwriter
Got Pippi Longstocking, showboatin' in my long johns, uh
[Chorus]
You do not be on what you say on you on, n***a (You don't)
You do not live where you say you live, n***a
You don't hold all them big guns in the videos
You ain't beat the DP life and put your city on
That is not your life, but you make it look good (You pump fakin', n***a)
Standin' on the block, bitch, you paid to look hood
I was in the trenches with the Draco right with me (You know the truth)
He prayin' up to God, but it's atheists with me

[Post-Chorus]
Shh, n***a
You do not be on what you say on you on, n***a
(You don't, for real, oh man, we know the truth)
You do not live where you say you live, n***a
(Man, you live in the suburbs, n***a, stop pump faking, oh, that's facts, shit)
I was in the trenches with the Draco right with me
Yeah, n***a
He prayin' up to God, but it's atheists with me

[Outro]
Anyway, n***a, y'all n***as better stop acting like they don't know what the fuck going on (Man, they know)
Yeah, n***a
I'm a, I'm a demon, n***a, I'm a— (They know the truth)
The cold demon, n***a, n***as know what's goin' on, n***a
N***as act like we ain't gettin' all this money like n***as forgot or somethin', n***a, yeah (Man, they better not)
N***a, let me give a n***a a rem— reminder, n***a
Yeah, n***a
Man, I done jumped off the stage n***as performing, n***a done pulled out K's on n***as, all type of shit 'cause n***as know the truth, n***a
I done hawked n***as down on dead ends, n***a
All that, yeah (Man, n***as got amnesia)
You know the truth
Yeah, n***a, man, n***as better stop playing with me, n***a, I ain't these rap n***as, I ain't, I ain't none of that, I'm not with none of that, n***a, I'm—
N***as think, n***a, 'cause a n***a a millionaire and all that, n***as can play or somethin', n***a, ain't nothin' (Talk to me)
Yeah, I know what I done did to n***as out here and I don't even know why y'all playin' like that with me, n***a (Alright)
Yeah, n***a
Tsh, n***a
Even fly n***as gotta get they feet dirty and y'all know it, n***a, like a n***a wasn't chasin' you n***as in these foreign minks
Out the Dawn
Anyway
Get extortion on these n***as
N***a
N***a, like I said, n***a, don't let these n***as [?][3:58]
Don't get this shit fucked up, n***a
These n***as got this shit, n***a, under this impression, n***a
N***a, I am the boogieman, n***a, I'm all that, n***a
Yeah, n***a, these n***as are scared of me, n***a
Yeah, n***a
Yeah, you know the truth, n***a
[?][4:11]
'Cause a n***a puttin' this shit on, n***a, think a n***a nice or somethin', ain't none of that goin' on
Tsh, n***a
Yeah, yeah
Tsh
Y'all know (You know the truth)
N***a, I'm a demon, n***a
I never seen a n***a run when he seen a Rolls-Royce before (Skrrt)
That's the Dawn
Yeah, stop playin' with me
Man
Y'all better know
You do not be on what you say on you on, n***a (They don't)
N***as payin' all that money to look tough in these videos, n***a
Tsh, these n***as ain't really thuggin' like that, n***a (Stop it)
Shit, ain't that the truth, n***a? (Stop)
N***as on the block, you see n***a takin' pictures, n***as payin' for that, n***a
N***as payin' for that spot, n***a
Extortion (You know the truth)
Bring them taxes to the hood
N***as out here tellin' all type of shit
N***as wanted me to bring it back, I'm Mr. Big Banc Buddha, Mr. Big Banc Uchies (Yeah, alright)
Mr. Big Banc Uchie Face, yeah (Yeah, Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister, yeah, ooh)
All the time, my brother
All the time
N***as talkin', n***a, sheesh
I guess that was me though
Bodies, scoreboard and all that
And we got all that under our belt
Hmm
This what six hundred in jewelry sound like, you hear me?
Ah, what a wonderful feeling
Uh, we [bitin' ?][5:58] on these n***as
Uh, long live Jameon Davis