[Verse 1: Felix De Luca]
I get it off the rap, hickey on your neck
Then kissing on them girls, since tear away sweats
Tear away sweats
Polar bear rocks, smoking pink cigarettes
That Chanel gon' kill you, be your death
But who am I to tell you, I didn't take your last breath
I'm moving on them real smooth, that's correct
Got cats in the game, trynna chase my last steps
Got smoke in my lungs, money on my mind
And Imma live that cliché 'till everything is fine
Told my man once, now I told him one more time
That everyday's easier, forget it on the grind

[Pre-Hook: Felix De Luca]
Imma rain on your parade, like Puerto Rican day
Catch my on a flow, catch me do my thing
All I need is hope, I don't need to pray
Holy water in my cup, yey, that gon keep me straight, yey

[Hook: Felix De Luca]
That gon keep me straight for a day or two, let it do what players do
Shawty went and let my hit it twice like a deja-vu
Lost my mind somewhere between her thighs, got my head all screwed
Told her I was loyal in the game, not gon' break the rules
[Verse 2: Noah Carter]
We gotta break in and the bullshit out the way
Shawty sees the chain and that's more than I can ask for
N***as throwing shade, trynna son me I'm a hot boy
Fuck about my face, I ain't got no time for fake, yeah
Hola with me, that's gang, Oli with me, that's bro
Benny with me that's fam, B.O.C. that's family
To drinking lemonade late nights, [?] not take flights
You've been biting - that snake type, I've been grinding - that skate life, yeah
Link up with the squad, ey still, out here dodging cheap thrills
I'm twenty-four, I'm trynna last, when the Henney's poured, I'm getting gas
I'm trynna get it my back, I don't pay pockets, that's central
Money training my mental, you might get a sprain trynna catch this
Backflips gymnastics, been scoring - that's hattricks
Bad bitch got ass 'n' tits, good view, need [?]
The hood do need classics, so I'm doing it for every youngin' in my city
Trynna get the back quick, I'm so past being passive
I almost got my pain out the way
Stopped smoking last night, waked'n'baked (de de daa)
Still active, it's funny I feeling I'm doing something right
There's more to life, than making the same sad mistakes
But back to where I left off, these black thoughts is rooted in me
I'm really on the quest love, the realness' bound to rub off
She assuming that you're moving with me, I don't really do the envy
And I'm not new to Fendi, if you get a new dude, then that's Gucci
That Chanel gon' kill ya
Yeah, I'm just being real with ya
Like da-da-da-da-da
That thug life shit, ah-la-la-la-la-la