[Intro]
Yeah
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Aw yeah

[Verse 1: Diddy]
Cocaine on the table, I wasn't always able
I watch these n***as get rich all in these fuckin' fables
They like to cook the numbers, we don't cook the numbers
We just want the summer, you can have that woman

[Hook: Diddy]
These n***as really out here trippin' mane
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face

[Verse 2: French Montana]
I was whippin' on the stove and watchin' bootleg cable
I was whippin' on two pots like I was Hussein Fatal
I was diggin' through the crates like Big L, Joe Crack, baby
Have a shootout on that corner, right by Larry Davis
Shoutout the G, we roll ourselves, you block, them boys who's dangerous
Got me mixin' pills and liquor, I can't feel my face
Shoutouts to the Lynch Mob, they make the hood famous
Gangsta, what your name is?
Gangsta, what your name is?
[Hook: Diddy]
These n***as really out here trippin' mane
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face

[Outro: French Montana]
Lord, thank you for all the aspiration you gave us. You tell, tell Buddha, he say for every day you wake up, you're born again. Sometimes, I gotta, I have you act like you sometimes. You know this. You act like I don't see nothin'. You know, I act like I'm just numb to the, to the pain 'cause I'm bleedin' on the inside. That's why I do the things I do