Oh, oh, oh, whoa

(This what I've been prayin' for)

I'm just tryna get a meal, ayy

But I'm out here peeing, running (But I'm out here peeing, running)

When you out here for some years, ayy

You might have to kill somethin' (You might have to kill somethin')

My lil' baby keep it real, ayy (Oh)

She gon' help me feel somethin' (My lil' baby keep it real)

She don't know how I feel, ayy (Oh)

She said I need a chill button

(She said I need a chill button, she know that I'm still hustlin')

She say I need a chill button, try to stop, I'm still hustlin'

Fuck, I look like respondin' to some trolls, that ain't kill nothin'

The way that them bills comin', gotta keep them pills comin' (Gotta keep them pills comin')

Play with me, I open up the war chest, press the kill button (Go get 'em)

Heard I got the drop, six in the morning, took some shots (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

I'm like, "Damn, he drinkin' early," but somewhere at six o'clock (Somewhere)

And I'm buyin' everythang up, you can call me Mr. Clack (Everything)

I'm so humble, I don't talk, but I got so much shit to pop (Uh-huh)

I be sellin' all my cases, I don't pour no drink in pops (At all)

I be fightin' all my cases, I don't make no deals with cops (Uh-huh)

Go think outside of the box, or have money on your top (Yell out)

Just don't get in my way, 'cause I think 'bout that shit a lot (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

I'm just tryna get a meal, ayy (Oh)

But I'm out here peerin' (But I'm out here peerin')

When you out here for some years, ayy, you might have to kill somethin' (You might have to kill somethin')

My lil' baby keep it real, ayy, she gon' help me feel somethin' (My lil' baby keep it real)

She don't know how I feel, ayy, she said I need to chill, but (She said I need to chill, but she know that I still hustle)

I got three, four **** waitin' and they all need some (Zah)

I ain't tryna go to jail, I ain't talkin' on no (Bah)

To the real street ****, my shit sound like the (Bah)

We just had some Cali bows, layin' in them bitches (Strong)

Wrong place, you tried to put him in the (Comp)

Sell dope, fuck hoes, then I put it in my song

They done let me in the door, bitch, swear to God we on

That's the love of your life, but I got her in my phone, ayy