(Royal House on the beat)

Used to love this shit

The street shit, the grind, the hustle, the money

All of that front shit is punk shit

So when it's up, I'll get you slumped before the blunt lit

****, it's one and done, you know we one shit

All that they heard was, "Boom-boom-boom," after the drum kick

Pussy, you gotta know what this shit come with

What it's gon' take for you to pull that redrum skit

I seen some real **** stay faithful to one chick

Took him for all he had just so she could jump ship

Nerve of these bitches, swear that shit over and done with (That shit over)

I'm done playing nice guy, ain't tryna finish last

Can't trust no bitch to save my life, can't never get attached

None of these hoes ain't even worth a **** gettin' snatched (At all)

'Cause when they come and put that hold, I know that she gon' fold, she ain't gon' do that bid with you, might as well hang it up

Ren told me, "You can't expect you out of other **** 'cause we some real ones and these **** ain't the same as us"

It's mafia, what else?

We them big fishes

My little **** in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'

My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin'

My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin'

But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic

'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas

Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different

Difference between me and them, it's a big difference

What else?

Shit hit different when you rich and you up dog shit

She got a fat pussy, I can tell from her paw print

It hit different when every **** you involved with

Be all focused on the same goal until we all rich

Shit hit different when all them members be on boss shit

Be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with

It hit different when **** snitchin', on some cross shit

Half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring

For that chicken, strip a ****, put him in a cross-wing

'Fore I let 'em off me, I'll off a **** offspring

Eight ounce in a lime-aid, three thousand fentanyl beans

Came up off the Rite-Aid, CVS, and Walgreens

Five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines

All of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam

Stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine

Free lil' Schemes, long live my **** Raw Steam

We them big fishes

My little **** in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'

My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin'

My intuition lately tellin' me my bitch switchin'

But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic

'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas

Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this shit hit different

Difference between me and them, it's a big difference

What else?