[Intro: Slim Thug]
(Got Damn Samm)
Man down, man
Big Slim
You know how we do this
Man, all you don't know how we do this, matter of fact

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Ain’t no rewards for a real n***a
But that still don't stop a n***a from bein' real, n***a
I don’t do this shit for celebrations
I don't give a damn about if him or her hatin'
Huh, I'm too rich to not believe this shit
I ain't used to have shit, how I explain all this?
Plain to see a n***a plan worked
Still a rapper, but now I'm a man first
Less work, more livin'
Treat every day like it's my first day out of prison
Gotta move smarter, don’t make life harder
Try to be a good person and a better father

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
On Experian, I got an awesome-ass credit score
In real life, it’s somе shit I'll never get thе credit for
I ain’t trippin', a real n***a gotta let it go
I'll drive myself crazy, the only place I'll be headed for
Why I keep doin’ cool shit for ungrateful folks?
Why I keep showin' all this love to these hateful folks?
God got me, that's why I ain't gotta take from folks
But I'm at my limit, I took 'bout all that I can take from folks
I press reset often to take a break from folks
Might drink some Le Chemin du Roi, but I'll never take some coke
Seem like I live on Slim page, readin' faithful quotes
You ain't even gotta hate Trae for you to be safe with Ro, a real one