[Verse 1: Damjonboi]
Goddamn, it feel good to be a real n***a
Free my n***a 80s, wish that I could crack a seel with you
All you gotta do is keep it real with me
Missing my n***as, all this money, still feel empty
Don't compare me to them n***as, this ain't the same shit
Bae ass too fat (Shit), I done came quick
How you hating on your baby? That's some lame shit
Louie bags and Baccarat from my main bitch
Flying up the 7 switching lanes (Skrrt-skrrt)
They know I'm a boss, but this shit came with pain
Got on all white sticks downtown in the Range
Fuck a bitch then leave, now she downtown in the rain
I said *Super Saiyan 3* was my last tape
I was bullshiting, tryna make a bag shake
I be one nighting hoes, this your last day
Zone life 'til I'm gone, yeah, that way, hmm
Jumped on 696, headеd to the west
Soon as I pick up this bag, I'ma hit the sеt
R.I.P Hutch, I got VS1's on my neck
She just wanna fuck, 'cause she seen me pull up in a 'Vette
I know them n***as like how the fuck he keep dropping fire?
I know my haters like like do this n***a ever get tired?
Took some rap money, built an empire
Bitch, I ain't no new n***a, my shit been fire
Man, this rap shit silly
Engineer press record, n***as turn into killers
And it's cold outside, I'll never slip (Yeah)
Break bread with the n***as I was stepping with
And you ain't been the same since that one incident
We ain't gon' bring it up, just know I remember that
Make a bad bitch show off for me, yeah, I'm in the back
Took his shit and it was fake, now I wanna give it back
Fuck the bullshit, it's my turn again
Looking like I'm tryna get the last word in
I remember days they was like, "Never heard of him"
Yeah
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
I remember back when they wouldn't fuck with me
At school, hoes wouldn't eat no lunch with me
I ain't have a slug with me, I ain't have a crumb with me
Now I don't even feel nothing when I thumb fifty
Everybody ding Teslas, this a Rivian
The gun looking futuristic, send him to oblivion
The white in the kitchen caught a tan like a Caribbean
Me and Jonboi gold medaled up, we olympians
Out of town on the turnpike
Take your lesson, sometimes you can't learn twice
Jeans seven, shoes six, I forgot the shirt price
We ain't wrestling, I'ma probably face the word "life"
John Cena
They ain't had no Himalayan Creed, I had to Baccarat it
I ain't play the ARP today, I got a pocket rocket
I cannot have you 'round me if you watching pockets
Big DSM, we taking off, you can't stop the rocket
I pray all the opps see a grave
The only time you ever in your bag eating Lays
Micro Mini Goose coat, bet they can't peep the K
Got a book full of 'em, bet they can't read the play
Hating, but your life bogus
Sub Zero, masked up and my ice frozen
C.P. in the whip, and then I go and Geico it
Drop a 90 by myself, I'll ISO it
Taking risks, catch me at the table high rolling
R.I.P— sad to say he ain't had no pipe on him
Lil Mauri don't pop, 'cause he bite on 'em
Sit all night on 'em
When he come outside, yeah, it's on, get up right on him
Two-hundred-dollar Tech, but it's full of cheese
I don't play violin, but I'm pulling strings
12 got me in that room, said I couldn't see
When they pull that paper out, told 'em I couldn't read
YSL on, free my slimes, bitch, I'm pushing P
I've been in the game forever, feel like Pusha T
Told my shooter get up close, he better not try and pull from three
Living my dream now, remember when I couldn't sleep
Shit, sometimes I can't believe it
Whole tie, shit, I know I don't work for it
Do whatever for the pussy, you will perp for it
He'll ride whatever wave, throw him a surf board
Huh, shit, the top what I'm turned towards
Penthouse vibes, heard you on the first floor
I been having sticks forever, never did the Nerf wars
If you ain't tryna get rich, what you put in work for?
[Outro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
What's the deal, Jonboi? You know what the fuck going on