Times like these, I ask for them all (Yeah)

Keep my phone close, ready for the call (Brr)

Crunch time, breaking ankles like A.I

If you the GOAT, get ready for the fall (I'm done)

I'm already thinking Summer '17, bitch (Bitch)

All the way up, solo in my cockpit

They be like, "Shawn Brown, when you gon' drop shit?" (Huh?)

Pause the beat, hold up, you don't hear this hot shit?

I grew up when Cross Colours was the hot shit

Well-rounded, you should pay for this knowledge

I feel like 'Ye when he dropped out of college

Two-seater, bad bitch, very low mileage (Woo)

L.A. weather got me feeling myself (Woo)

Fresh to death, ****, I don't need a stylist (Woo)

What's next? I already been through hell (Woo)

I'm from the West End, ****, we the wildest (West, west)

I patched it up with my pops recently (I love you, Dad)

They say the apple isn't far from the tree (Okay, okay)

That's wrong to a certain degree (Okay, okay)

I'm just glad his grandson, he got to see (Love)

Finally got that off my conscience, now it's no regrets (Woo)

Now I'm living major keys like I'm We The Best

And we rolling major weed, never rolled a stress (Never)

God put me through it all, passing every test

The pressure ain't a thing for someone who's

Been through everything, I could never lose

For real

The pressure ain't a thing for someone who's

Been through everything, I could never lose