Aye, the sun is up, but I feel more down than ever, ever

My pockets full, but I'm gon' ride like they empty, empty

I got control, but I don't got none here with me, with me

I left a hole in my wallet, Chris spot me 50-50

Bad, down bad, you know the drill

If I'm reaching for my-, then it's blood getting spilled

If the roof is on fire, then it's us that's in the buil'

Ayo, we all make it freeze, bitch, I'm dingin' like a bell

How I do it? Ain't nobody know

Where we left 'em at? Ain't nobody know

I took it too far, I'm where nobody go

Hundred fifty blunts fatter than adios

Diamond chains banging, something like that's what it sound like

Let your chains jump, I listen close like that don't sound right

Copy, paste it, bite the sound, you losin' with your sound bites

Chocolate diamonds, no telling what she'll do for a Klondike

(Quit with the bitchin', you can disappear with all that bad talk)

(We could pick your bitch up, when she's still and then just drop her back off)