(You did good, $lick)

(It's a smash)

(Lonely boy)

Yeah

Yeah, shoot for the muhfuckin' stars

Pressure make diamonds, God with the timing, copped my girl a new car (let's go)

The least I can do, you know the shit real, when she love you, even with flaws

Yeah, them boys, they pussy, can't eat with the dogs

Don't call me your friend, don't call me your homie, what we believe is at odds

The way that we bleed at odds, I look, all I see is frauds

Got pain that hurt so muh fuckin' deep it made me believe in God

Took over the game, no, we ain't the same, I'm something like Steven Jobs

My bitch got needs, but unlike these rappers, she will never need a job

Yeah, I live it for real, these pussies, they live for the camera

My bitch tryna fuck, but I'm in the stu, she throwing a tantrum

Dedicated like Weezy, I get dramatic, pull out the cannon

The one who knocks, yeah, I am the danger, Wet Bryan Cranston, yeah

Guess money do heal 'cause my pockets ain't hurting

Had to cut some off, all the drama ain't worth it

Was looking to kill myself but end up finding my purpose (let's go, let's go)

I roll with the misfits and the freaks, gang like a circus

Yeah, cooking these muh fuckin' crackers, shit like a genocide

I'm from a muh fuckin' hood you cannot gentrify

Gators eating bodies 'til there's nothing to identify

Throw the 3's up, now the world know what that signifies

This too shall pass, some words that I live by

Most days I'm good, some days I wanna get high

Can't get too close, dog I'm sick of watching my friends die

Money come with everybody problems but with no damn guide

Surmounted my fate, surrounded by fakes, yeah

Encountered some grace, rebounded my faith, yeah

No matter the case, God makes no mistakes (let's go, let's get it)

So look at my face, you got what it takes, yeah (you got what it takes)

Born again, I'm feeling like Mase (I'm feeling like Mase)

Born to sin, gun still on my waist, yeah

Cloned again, they copy and paste, yeah (they copy and what?)

Lil B Wetto, so muhfuckin' based

Yeah, whipping that muh fuckin' culli

Yeah, whipping that muh fuckin' trucky, yeah

Gave up the percs but I popped a PM, that muhfucker got me a lil ducky

Hell, no, you is not my buddy

Love when her booty lil chubby, uh

Pink vape, take a puffy

Suck on my dick 'til you love me, yeah

Couple pills a day to help keep the doc away (okay, hold up, yeah)

I know you feel it too, man, shit just not the same (shit not the same)

Just a part of life, ain't about who you got to blame (yeah)

Might be your shot to change

Yeah, shoot for the muhfuckin' stars

Pressure make diamonds, God with the timing, copped my girl a new car (let's go)

The least I can do, you know the shit real, when she love you, even with flaws (even with flaws)

Yeah, them boys, they pussy, can't eat with the dogs

Don't call me your friend, don't call me your homie, what we believe is at odds

The way that we bleed at odds, I look, all I see is frauds

Got pain that hurt so muh fuckin' deep it made me believe in God

Took over the game, no, we ain't the same, I'm something like Steven Jobs

My bitch got needs, but unlike these rappers, she will never need a job, yeah