Chorus

Stressing my ex, me and your mains in the whip
I ain't tryna flex, I don't wanna take no pic
Ain't getting money and I heard you try blame your clique
Talk to the plug, he might just save your strip
X2

Verse 1

Back on my shit, back on my grind and gritty
No cologne and all my clothes look shitty (eurgh!)
Most my friends in jail and the rest turn nitty
Some land soon but a few won't be home till 50

That's real life gangland shit, you won't see on Insta
All drip no cap, real rap I'll paint you a picture
11 years old first time I put kush in my rizla
12 years old put a hole in a man for my sister

Chorus x2

Verse 2

Don't get me wrong, I'm getting on I'm juggin'
I'm so good to go, let's go let's get this cookin'
I'm a good yout, man I might roll up to your bookin'
See what your numbers like, see how the venue lookin'
I'm talking Money Money Murder (MMM)
I was born a earner, kill a cow and make a burger
(aye) I'm talking money money murder
"Who this yout I never hearda?!"
Boy you better grab your burner

Chorus x2

Outro