Back in the day you was what?

Back in the day you was what?

Back in the don’t give a foh.

Shorty a freak. She eat it up.

She wanna foh, foh, foh, foh.

She wanna foh, foh, foh, foh.

Ni**a wanna get let me.

Be yourself.

This ain’t luck.

Ni**a wanna get let me.

Be yourself.

This ain’t luck.

This ain’t luck, luck, luck, luck.

This ain’t luck, luck, luck, luck.

Ni**a wanna get let me.

Be yourself.

This ain’t luck.

Ni**a wanna get let me.

Be yourself.

This ain’t luck.

Don’t give f*ck bout a hater.

Nina Clarissa it beat up a b*tch.

I ain’t have sh*t.

I’m on a road to a mill.

Tell em to get off my dih.

These ni**as tough on the gram.

But in they hood, everyone know they a lick.

He couldn’t take in my face.

Wait until I turn around and then make the attempt.

Real trench baby I’m programmed different I’m pressing the line when I see em.

Ni**as couldn’t do what I did in their whole lifetime what I did this year.

He wants fame from the rapping but not into stacking these ni**as is weird.

She wanna foh, foh.

I let her foh, foh.

Back in the day you was what?

Back in the day you was what?

Back in the don’t give a foh.

Shorty a freak. She eat it up.

She wanna foh, foh, foh, foh.

She wanna foh, foh, foh, foh.

**** wanna get let me.

Be yourself.

This ain’t luck.

**** wanna get let me.

Be yourself.

This ain’t luck.

This ain’t luck, luck, luck, luck.

This ain’t luck, luck, luck, luck.