[Intro: Kanye West & Rich The Kid]
(Yeah, yeah)
At last at the crib then pull up for you
I'm the only n***a that'll take a bullet for you
(Yeah, yeah)
Plain Jane, I don't even do the bustdown
Skip on the bounce go crazy

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yеah, mm)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Bitch ain't mine, she owned by thе streets
Going out sad, that can't be me
Pussy real good, but it come with a fee
He got a Lamb' but it come with a lease
Look at my neck and wrist on fleek
Choppa with a sting like bumblebee
Hit her real good, don't scrap with the teeth
Work at the bank but she fuck for the cheap
Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot)
Fresher than you, don't need a stylist
Feel like I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah)
My first car, that was the Maserati (No cap)
Look at my wrist, that's factory
Plain probably cost two hundred, lowkey (Lowkey)
Baby mama tryna put the people on me
Young n***a shit, I'm still an OG
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)

[Bridge: Kanye West]
Mm, is it real? Is it?
Is it real? It can't be
It can't be real, this can't be real
This can't be real, this can't be

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry
Lotta n***as wanna aim
And the slaves tryna hang me
Everything that they can't be
Vietnam, no you ain't me
Least starvin', now you can't eat
Want some now but you ain't P
Buy a piece that you ain't P
Where you at? N***a you ain't deep
New bitch that you can't keep
On something, got me angry
I don't know, somethin' changed me
I don't know, somethin' changed me
Slave n***as tryna hang me
Where I be at mainly? London
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)