[Hook: Lil Wyte](x2)

Bitch I do this on some liquor, ho I do this on some weed

Bitch I do this on my downers, ho I do this on my speed

Bitch I do this for my fans, ho I do this for my team

And if I'm living in my dreams, I guess I do it in my sleep

My train of thoughts might slow down at times that I get restless

Sometimes I don't wanna write raps, and I question

What the fuck am I doing in this game? Is there a lesson?

Or am I just making a livin', preachin' as I'm stressin'

I've met about a million of my fans; shook hands

And every one of them in their own way, has told me I'm the man

So I take that in consideration whenever I am writing

Let em' know that I'm two times stronger than 10 million bolts of lightning;

Striking the competition like the iron when I am scorching hot

I can do this shit super high on pills and weed, and drunk or not

Whenever I dropped Doubt Me Now, I was the first to talk about some pills

Now everybody getting their roll on and have leveled out the playing field

[Hook: Lil Wyte](x2)

Now that I've been around the block a time or two

I've come to show 5d, but there's a million in my crew

Most of my clique consists of goons who can't afford the internet

So 75,000 likes on Facebook ain't talkin' about shit

I've got a squad in every city that we visit

*And Wyte Music ryders is what they're calling our business*

You fuck with me; or any other of my equal rankie's

Watch your back everywhere you go cause you still gon' end up stankin'

Man they crazy; Wild as a motherfucker

They smoke weed, drink liquor, pop rolls, and all the bad bitches are some bloodsuckers

They come from up under the gutter, and the roughest places you can be

And my favorite part every fuckin' one of em is they're just like me

[Hook: Lil Wyte](x4)