[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Turn this bitch up, I ain't even try (It's too easy)
Half purple, half red, let it even out (Let it even out)
Stars in the ceiling, I can see the sky (Bitch)
My oldhead made a fifty, he can't read or write (Iced Up Records)
Had to earn my respect, fuck who showin' love
Got more money every n***a in the whole club
Hit the road by myself, got my own plug
I brought lean to the city, n***as owe up, n***a
I wear Saint Laurent, we don't drip the same
This a thousand dollar pot, we don't sip the same
Ask them hoes how I play, we don't tip the same
Yeah, pop an RP 'fore I hit the stage

[Chorus]
I can see them n***as hatin' from a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin' from a far distance
When that pape' get low, n***as start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar, you a star witness

[Verse 2]
Learned the game from myself, I'm my own student
Why he got a record deal makin' road music?
Hot n***a movin' solo with a whole movement
We don't do that pillow talkin', let them hoes do it
Your favorite rapper know I'm him, better ask them n***as
I was barely even runnin' and passed them n***as
Same n***a off the horn from rags to riches
I got hitters down on Mack up to Cadieux, n***a
Put my trust in nobody, n***as too iffy
Glock 19 pokin' out the blue hoody
Love every n***a in my crew, let 'em move with me
Real n***a, keep it hundred like two fifties
Had a meeting with the mayor while on fed papers
I turned shooters into bosses, now they bread chasers
Get any bitch in the city, that's a dead lay-up
Hit the pussy in the morning, get the head later
I'm back hangin' with the gang 'cause I'm hungry again
I see the hate in n***as' face, they don't want me to win
Go 'head and book me for a show, I'ma throw 'bout a ten
In the middle of the summer, let it blow like the wind
Fuck squashin' beef, I ain't sparin' these n***as
Put a ten on his head, go and bury these n***as
I'm out in Cali with the Bloods, me and Perry, we Crippin'
Young n***as got it out the mud, now we buried in Fendi, ugh
[Interlude]
Drank God
Ayy, Gucci
Be right there, what's happenin'? Yeah

[Chorus]
I can see them n***as hatin' from a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin' from a far distance
When that pape' get low, n***as start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar, you a star witness