[Verse 1:]

Look, I ain’t really tryna be yo friend

You can lie to the world, can’t lie to yourself

Like a wolf tryna hide in sheep skin

That’s right

Must be hard tryna live so icky

Tryna make friends all again but they all in my hands

Fall off and I still got plenty

That’s right

They was tryna bring a gun to knife fight

Put ‘em down they don’t even get a night light

Swing first imma hit ‘em with a left-right

That’s right

I can play fair but I still get tricky

Scrape my knees in these all black jeans with a fresh white tee

It can still get wicked

That’s right

Tryna keep my cool ‘fore I move too soon

That’s right

Tryna keep my cool ‘fore I move too soon

That’s right

I’ll be outside in the grey pearl civic

Chillin’ out the back of the hatch like clank with a ratchet

Rollin’ with a creed of assassins

That’s right