[Intro: AJ Tracey]
(Don't take this personally but)
(It sounds like Nyge)
Check, yeah

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or older
Put you on a shirt or a folder
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or oldеr
Put you on a shirt or a folder

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Kapital top (Yeah), Kapital jeans (Uh)
Chromе on my face (Bling), ice on my sleeve (Blaow)
Countin' me out, now they believe (Uh)
Man I'm too hot, I wanna leave (Uh)
I'm off a zoot, turnin' me up (Up)
Give me the ice, double my cup (Where)
They wanna smoke (Smoke)
I called the gang (Who?), grabbed on the scope
Turned 'em to duck (Brr)
Money and bunches
Cash too fit no lunges (Bling)
Here's what the funds is, grands and hundreds
I've been on the grind like grundgers
Stepped on a pack, repeat, repeat 'til the bottom of the stills got bunions (Brr, brr)
Weighing up onions, T-house pungent, straight outta London dungeons
[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or older
Put you on a shirt or a folder
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or older
Put you on a shirt or a folder

[Verse 2: Swoosh God]
Uh, look
We're supposed to be in LA for a week but it turned to a few more (I'm stayin' over)
These hoes keep multiplyin', one to two and then two to four (Had enough)
Used to wear the same kicks, now my closet like a shoe store (I can't have enough)
Whatever you do, lil' n***a, just know I could do more (I already know)
I pull up, call it fashion scenes
Bad bitch, that's attached to me (Ha)
H copped the razor, he mad at green
Walkin' out just throwin' P's
Amnes loud and it's potent G
Rollin' scores on my n***a D
If you hate on the MTP, I just SMH and then KMT
[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or older
Put you on a shirt or a folder
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or older
Put you on a shirt or a folder

[Verse 3: Sloan Evans]
I love the snow
But the palm trees more appealin'
This is Sloany, where you at?
Been in LA for a minute (Minute)
On God, fuck an image, if I wear it then I feel it
If you tryna do me dirty, then watch me get silly (Silly)
On God, I need like ten point five to feel freedom
Send the word just like the blap
My passport don't got [?]
Gotta get Eastwood on a call 'cause I gotta pattern me up
Back in this bitch, yeah with the dawgs
One for my list of gallerias, on God