(You gotta make people believe they can fuckin' fly)

They hate to see you poppin', don’t trip 'bout that, keep goin'

On the 'net all day, actin' like he smack shit, **** ain't outside scorin'

I spent a whole lot of money on nothin' and ran this shit right back up (Treci in the building)

But a lot of these rap **** really been played with, say what you want, I ain't never been touched, yeah, yeah

King of this shit out the murder, beefin' with me ain't worth it, yeah, yeah

A deuce of that Trish and a couple of thirties, shit, I'll be perfect, yeah, yeah

A whole lot of dead guys on they side and they still ain't tap no skin

I want drugs, don't want no friends, she want my love, but can't get in

When I was broke, I was slimin' shit often, opps stay on D, but they never on offense

Get straight smoke, I ain't tryna do talkin', old prankin'-ass **** be flodgin'

Ayy, old cap-ass **** ain't 'bout shit, thirty-five hundred, spent that on a outfit

Run up that money until I'm dead, countin' and countin' like, "Nah, I cannot quit"

Yeah, yeah, put down the Percs three weeks ago, I ain't been sleep in a month

Yeah, yeah, me and bro was the kids in school where the teacher moved us to the front

She like, "What's that smell?" That's Runtz, I get high as hell, can't stunt

Bankroll full of all blue hundreds, big bank take lil' bank, that nothin'

Yeah, yeah, don't come 'round think shit jolly, that's how you get bucked

Yeah, yeah, don't come 'round with your bitch, that's how she get fucked

Yeah, they got me stuck in the house, yeah, I'm supposed to be livin' it up

Yeah, where the fuck they be at when you down? Nobody really show love

When I was broke, I was slimin' shit often, opps stay on D, but they never on offense

Get straight smoke, I ain't tryna do talkin', old prankin'-ass **** be flodgin'

Ayy, old cap-ass **** ain't 'bout shit, thirty-five hundred, spent that on an outfit

Run up that money until I'm dead, countin' and countin' like, "Nah, I cannot quit"

They hate to see you poppin', don’t trip 'bout that, keep goin'

On the 'net all day, actin' like he smack shit, **** ain't outside scorin'

I spent a whole lot of money on nothin' and ran this shit right back up

But a lot of these rap **** really been played with, say what you want, I ain't never been touched, yeah, yeah

King of this shit out the murder, beefin' with me ain't worth it, yeah, yeah

A deuce of that Trish and a couple of thirties, shit, I'll be perfect, yeah, yeah

A whole lot of dead guys on they side and they still ain't tap no skin

I want drugs, don't want no friends, she want my love, but can't get in