He ain't no real one clearly, certified stones clearly

Big checks keep on clearin', loud, we hard of hearin'

Pounds just keep appearin', then start disappearin' (Trauma Tone)

She love my appearance, I got loads on clearance

They gon' drive a distance just to come and get 'em

CDL drive-by, unload 'em on Palace

Every day a **** make 80K average

Growin' these veggies, I'm servin' this salad

All of my bitches got faces and wagons

Certified stones, shine, and blingy

Clientele callin', my phone keep ringin'

Gang shit, **** free Blitz and Demon

Street **** still take a brick for a feature

Pour a whole ten in that Pino's bottle

I can pay a lil' bitch rent off, often

I be havin' bags in a rental for travelin'

I can make M's at casinos, gamblin'

He ain't no real **** look at my stats for intelligent trap ****

If you can't get captured, all my bitches

Rather run weed, all my **** steppin' indeed

Fuckin' with the planty, I see him on my team

Ice-cox shot at a GLE

Hallucinating off this DMT

Do not play, ****, DNP

Catchin' these jugs at GLC

Everybody eat, I feed my team

He ain't no real one clearly, certified stones clearly

Big checks keep on clearin', loud, we hard of hearin'

Pouses keep appearin', then start disappearin'

She love my appearance, I got loads on clearance

They gon' drive a distance, just to come and get 'em