I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered

I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered

As long as the money and family's patterned

I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters

Arabic one, she a blatant 9ahba

But she don't think that I know she a badders

We trap, but we should've kicked back, been scammers

I seen bro call and wack that baller

On the stove, cook rolling stones

But the jack boys cream off of moves like Jagger

Think that I poured up too much Maka'

My belly is bloated, I fucked my bladder

Fifty notes, got hella red faces

Making her blush, one touch, she's flattered

Please and thank you, remember your manners

I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

Alright, between me and them, there's a serious gap

I laugh out loud when I hear them brag

I was just like them, I was sharing clothes

Me and bro took turns, I'd share with wads

Like the back of my hand, got the area mapped

That was crack cocaine and heroin wraps

It was Cathnor Park where they buried the waps

Now me and them boys got nothin' in common

They can't compare me, nothin' ain't similar

Chrome Heart shades on my face, remember the ones that I took from the 3D cinema

Should've went colly and not skipped seminar

Bro push weight like cellulite, OT selling light, caught on cell site

Risked jail time for a cash flow regular

I was only a kid peekin' through the window

And I got gassed when I heard it slap

Go to the club, get paid and cut

They buy tables and get burst off yak

Is it worth all of that to get turf by yats?

For me and my batch, it don't work like that

What you don't hear don't hurt, bae

So I make sure when I cheat, no words get back

Put them in my shoes, I don't know if them dudes gonna make it through, I don't know if they'll manage

Dressed like skaters, still got my nank on deck when I'm wearing Supreme or Palace

I've got beef, but I ain't lifting a finger

I make P that can make people vanish

I played FIFA with the fiends in a bando

Shit Wi-Fi had my P4 lagging

I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered

I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered

As long as the money and family's patterned

I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters

Arabic one, she a blatant 9ahba

But she don't think that I know she a badders

We trap, but we should've kicked back, been scammers

I seen bro call and wack that baller

On the stove, cook rolling stones

But the jack boys cream off of moves like Jagger

Think that I poured up too much Maka'

My belly is bloated, I fucked my bladder

Fifty notes, got hella red faces

Making her blush, one touch, she's flattered

Please and thank you, remember your manners

I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

We got guns and balla

Fine shit came with her friend, I'm not even knowin' which one's badder

Rollin' low with ski in the Benz, I'm back on the ends, I feel like Spragger

Twin Sigs, I'm twillin' blems, they don't want that, it's filled with cancer

Filled to the brim, ain't got no space

I fucked for free, but you bought that bag

Her chest too high, but she got no waist

Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal? I don't think they're straight

Lah, banged that off, make space

He's pushin' his friend like they're havin' a race

Play with somethin' that's safe

The hash is high, and so are the stakes

The static's loud, and so is the–

And so is the bass

DXB, I'm flyin' Emirates

He would've turned pack, but he got on a plane, ha

Cooked in the brain, he thought he was bad, got took for his chain (Bitch)

Makatussin double-cup tuck

They're askin', "What's that, pink lemonade?"