[Verse 1]
She hit me up like where you at, I'm with my hittas
Small circle of winners smoking, plotting on my business
She like fuck them n***as with you
Everytime I hit you
You ain't never 'round, you missing
Talking 'bout you a commitment
I'll be back and forth
Like I'm on a court, I'm tryna play the course
Taking notes
Tryna win a sport but n***a only lost
She chasing nostalgia
I'm taming my karma
Everytime I call her she be with it I just stall up
I'll be fronting, cause I got something
I didn't [?], it ain't nothing
I tell her [?]
I know I love it
She fresh out the shower, I tell I roll my marijuana
I be sipping colada like i'm on a beach in Cubana
She equip with the drama, until I fuck that bitch so proper
Young indigo prophet, my n***a ain't no way to stop it
I be touring, Im somewhere foreign
You know I'm whoring
When I'm back around the state
You know she back up on my plate
[Hook]
She know she can't lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but n***a heaven sent
Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a n***a from gold back to copper
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Mind of gold, i showed her
That's what i demote her
When she meet me [?] she can't reach my motorola
I be out, leave a n***a alone
Dont't hit up my phone
Unless you need a n***a come and bone and put you in your zone
Coast to coast, need to check my post
N***a always ghost
Reefer smoke
[?] in my clothes, the airport let me go
While i'm flying n***as sipping whine
First try, she recline
Still divine, lyrics in my mind i think i jot 'em down
On my way back to the Stuy, around the realest
New York City state of mind, my n***a no one keep it triller
When i land
Gotta hit up before that sour stank, that's super dank
Spent some [?], so i hit the bank
Go to my Corolla
Pick my phone up, call her
What you doing? Come over [?] drinks and marijuana
She said "N***a hold up
Your girl ain't 'gon show up?"
I'm like "bitch don't worry 'bout it come get your shit tore up"
[Hook]
She know she can't lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but n***a heaven sent
Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a n***a from gold back to copper
(x2)