[Intro]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
On god, thinking bout a lotta shit lately

[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These n***as really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Verse 1]
Top floor n***as in the penthouse now
Chilling at the top and we ain’t never coming down
Roll another Backwood, smoking up a pound
Right back to the money and we fucking up a [?]
Silence the gun and it won’t make a sound
N***as ain’t really nothing but clowns
Spot em in public we gunning them down
Die bout this [?] I’mma jump in the ground
I’m just easing my pain
[?] I cannot change
(I’m just easing my pain)
Lay back, reclining
Smoking bitch gotta give brain
Damn, Duke he done made him a name
You know I’m bringing the game
Ya’ll n***as wild and can’t tame
Real n***as love that I’m famous
[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These n***as really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Verse 2]
Smoking on nothing but the strongest
I’ve been grinding but gotta stay focused
Been in the game for the longest
Seeming like these n***as bogus
You know I’m goin shine like a trophy
These n***as act like they know me
Boy you know you cannot hoe me
Put the stick in his face and its loaded
You not gonna shoot it, why the fuck do you tote it? (why?)
Pockets they looking like boulders
Bad bitches all on my shoulders
Back seat, I’m riding with a chauffer
You know I got [?] so I’m riding with the toaster
I need a check for my focus
You calling me on your mobile
We just don’t show no emotion
[Chrous]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
And she goin drive me crazy
Counting up cash on the daily
Risking my life when I’m seeing her [?]
These n***as really be shady
I’m telling momma I made it
I’m rocking nothing but the latest
Christian Dior, that Dolce Gabbana
I rock Saint Laurent when I wanna
I used to trap on the corner
[?] on my block ‘til the morning
All them things done changed
Sipping lean in my own lane
I speak and they feeling my pain
I make em remember my name

[Outro]
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
On god, lately
I been thinking bout a lotta shit lately
On god