It's a thousand ways to get a bag and you ain't pick one

A thousand ways to die and number two is from the stick so run

Claiming you a demon cuz you paid a thousand for that gun

When you don't got a thousand in yo safe these **** really bums

They hate me well I don't give a damn you know who really won

Can't recreate or imitate me cuz I'm one of one

Like bron son might ball out in LA just gotta wait and see

It's thousands upon thousands of these **** who wanna be me

Im talkin shit while walkin on the track but this ain't PE

I'm mad cuz I blew bout 20 bands at 23

I heard you got a girl but her name in my phone is Uber eats

She bad and she won't

ever get a ring damn this hoe CP3

bumpin motion music still cuz yo tape overrated

If Soe the gang ain't in yo playlist then you hatin

Ion hang wit new **** that's something I been overstated

Tay and Mali got that shit on so why these hoes waitin

These **** test my patience

But I'm not feelin gracious

Next time I'm not gone turn the cheek im tired of playin savior

Next dime I gotta get the cheeks she the best flavor

Next rhyme you not gone understand til a week later

I'm gettin old fuck I really gotta lock in every day

Can't play cuz them **** think they hottest in the bay

Real **** unlike other folk I chose to keep the peace

But if these **** mad bout shit I said I guess we gotta beef

(FUCK THEM OTHER ****)