[Verse 1]
Mama only child, so I stressed her out
This another flow that I'm testing out
And I get dough when I leave my house
If you don't, man, I feel sorry
I do what I gotta do
I ain't even tryna depend on you
I just do what I'm supposed to do
That's feed the fam, keep it true
It's some people at my table hungry
It's some people at my table full
It's some people at my table starving
Man, I feel sorry
But that don't apply to me, I keep real G's on the side of me
They keep real G's on the side of them
So I don't even care if my vynal spin
Time will tell, I'ma win
We the best, we got next
We got techs, if you come test
Man, I feel sorry
350 in my Chevrolet
N***a, straight up I pray everyday
In the city [?] plate
N***as know Titi is the man in the A
I act like Diddy, I party everyday
With a half in the trunk, half in the tank
Get so high, I can't even think
Man, I feel sorry
Gucci this, Gucci that
Gucci [?] with the Gucci hat
N***as fall off, and they come right back
You can't spend your whole life in that trap
[Chorus]
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at

[Verse 2]
Mama only child, so I stressed her out
Tried to blame me for a messy house
Put [?] slept on the couch
I'm like man, I feel sorry
So I hit the streets, and I turned packs
I'm so deep, I can't turn back
I got soft, and it turned crack
I make money, and I turn stacks
Man, you need to learn that
Old news, OG's
Tryna come up off an OZ
Man, I feel sorry
I'm up on that, in my old school
We new n***as, and you old news
We all pros [?]
Y'all ho n***as [?]
We all real [?] you
We so ill, I showed you
We so trill, I'ma show you
Man, I feel sorry
When I sleep, I toss and turn
To the point where it's no return
I don't even know if I'm getting high, man, I think the blunt just burned
I know the days is long, I know I'm up all night
I'm tryna get it right, man, I feel sorry
And we go brick for brick, gat for gat
Bitch for bitch, stack for stack
Pound for pound, mic for mic
Man, we came to shoot dice tonight
Let's roll
[Chorus]
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at
You can get with this, or you can get with that
Please believe, this is where it's at