[Intro]
Yeah-yeah oh
Oh-woah oh
Yung Pinch in this woe
That's right
Ey

[Verse 1]
You could compare to whoever bitch I'm still gone be me
Still gone put on for my city make 'em come to the beach
All these boys they be hatin but they wanna be me
I just did my own thang and I stuck to dreams, yeah
Some homies stuck to they guns
Some homies swung through them trees
My parents stuck on them drugs
Now they still stuck on the streets
I had to focus on me
I had to grow up In weeks
Grandpa told me you can do whatever
Boy I swear to god just believe
But
Lost him at 11
Pray to God there's heaven
Bet he watching me still, yeah
Risk it all and hit seven
Shit
I'm coming up on y'all
Money starting to get long
I can't do no wrong, yeah
Palms itching get sweaty
Bitch I need that fetti
Go and get me that bag, girl
After that get ready
We going out, going up
Baby we gone do it big
They can't do it like us, yeah
They ain't ever do shit
Love the life that I live
Live the life that I love
But everything ain't how it seems when reality's fucked up
Granny worried bout bills
Old Homies on pills
News channels can't chill
People out here gettin' killed
Damn
Shit been going down hill
This really how I feel
All this shit lack common sense
Plus the politics ain't real
Yeah
Prolly why I smoke bud
Prolly why I'm up to no good (shit)
I'm just doing what I should
Prolly why they always get it twisted and never really Understood
Work my way to the top
Always knew that I could
Yeah
Go hard or go home
Get the money lie low
That just how this shit go
Yeah, yeah
Someone knock in' at the door
If it's momma let me know
Yeah yeah
Thats the realest shit ever I wrote
That's the realist shit I ever spoke
Every bar a fuckin quote
[Hook]
You could compare to whoever, bitch I'm still gone be, yeah
Bitch I'm still gone be me (oh-woah)
You could compare to whoever, bitch I'm still gone be (yeah)
Bitch I'm still gone be me (oh-woah)
I'm still gone be me
Bitch I'm still gone be me (yeah, yeah)
You could compare me to whoever, bitch I'm still gone be me, yeah (oh-woah)
Bitch I'm still gone be (look, me)

[Verse 2]
You ain't really know Blake
All you know bout's Pinch
You ain't got what it takes
You was ridin' the bench
I was grindin', makin' hits while you was likin' my pics
And all that shit that they was talking made me swing for the fence
So keep on talking, baby I got hunnids to get
And I ain't just a one hit wonder
Think I got ;em convinced
Oh yeah-oh
Baby I ain't with that drama and shit
Keep that love comin' my way all that other shit is fake
I got - new problems like every other day
Man this - shit's crazy how much everything could change
I knew one day if I blew up my life never be the same
Now if you ain't fucking with me there ain't nothin left to say (no-woah)