Ayy, it's pain in my words, it hurt when I record

Yeah, the backdoor stay closed, so you woudn't even know it

Said he was gon' blow it, never need to show it

Ayy, Edgar Allan for it, big bag, don't deport it

Whole foreign's lowered, ayy, trap got me employed

Ayy, still be in the trenches, but you woudn't even know it

Yeah, I fucked her 'cause she yours, a perc to calm the noise

I'm tryna get rich for all of us, my mama and my boy

Ayy, Mr. Kick That Door, it's Mr. Big Bag Dough

Ayy, I fucked the bitch, got ghost

Ayy, plucked if he get close

Blessings in the air, tell the bro: "Let's have a toast"

Ayy, it could've been worse for sure

Ayy, it could've been still kicked door

Ayy, it could've been Coulda Been Records

Yeah, fuck if you a stepper if when your momma calls, did you jump up to help her?

Yeah, I don't even eat the beef, these ****' Hamburger Helper

Yeah, I let her go, I should've kept her

At the time, I ain't see nothing special

****' fake happy for ya, half the time [?] lil' pressure

Yeah, but when he get 'round hoes, **** get a lil' extra

Ayy, but when he get round folk, the **** act a lil' better

He still be watching cheddar, he still got a lil' vendetta

Yeah, and that's gon' be yo energy if you let 'em

So I don't even sweat 'em

Still got yo **** that go get 'em, tell em': "Go and get 'em"

Yeah, you can't be the one, that title don't even fit 'em

Yeah, quick to leave a bitch, I'ma still [?], not a little

Ayy, it's pain in my words, it hurt when I record

Yeah, the backdoor stay closed, so you woudn't even know it

Said he was gon' blow it, never need to show it

Ayy, Edgar Allan for it, big bag, don't deport it

Whole foreign's lowered, ayy, trap got me employed

Ayy, still be in the trenches, but you woudn't even know it

Yeah, I fucked her 'cause she yours, a perc to calm the noise

I'm tryna get rich for all of us, my mama and my boy

Ayy, ayy