Yeah, how can I not see the signs?

How I know that you not lyin'?

Yeah, how can I not see the signs?

Yeah, how I know that you not lyin'? (Maajins)

Yeah, how I know you not lyin'?

I got hoes, they tryna fuck, they dyin'

I'm a man, if you go, I ain't cryin'

I'm a man, swear to the bag, ain't lyin'

Go put yo' mans onto the bag, they fryin'

Or better yet, get out my face with lyin'

Ran the bands up, yeah, you saw me, you use to laugh

It don't matter, I'm still mobbin' 'til death

I told that bih', "Tweak in" (Come here)

I told that ****, "Psych out" (Psych out)

I said, "Hold on", tell him, "Come here"

He runnin' and talkin' outside of his mouth

Jiggin' with bro, we head to the lair

These **** on dick, I hand 'em a pair

Yeah, these **** can't walk with me

Even if they had the sandals on that Jesus put on his two feet

I had to vanish, mom's was callin'

I do five bands every week

I'm in school, bitch, I'm evolvin'

They pay that buck to hear me speak

Yeah, I ain't playin' 'round with Benji' Frank', bitch, yeah, I'm lookin' for him

Yeah, he talkin' down, I get him spanked

My pops asked why I smell like dank, yeah, that's the studio

Yeah, I spread the bands on the sidewalk

Won't wait for you, won't hold yo' hand

Said, "Fuck the coach", bitch, let me walk

In Brazil, my **** ill

Dog him out like Jada Will

That losing hope shit, get you left

I swear I will, I swear I will

You

Talk to 'em

Gat-totin', pistol-holdin' **** on yo' damn street

Stompin', jumpin', bumpin', and we crunk off in this damn thing