[Intro]
Yeah, Griselda
I just wanna be myself, n***a
Know what I mean?
I ain't tryna be like all these other n***as
Fuck these n***as by the way
Hahaha, yeah

[Verse 1]
I told you it was gettin' spooky grim (Uh)
Look at these n***as like who is them? (The fuck is you?)
Yeah, bodies left when I'm through with them (Cap)
I'm in the booth, spewing phlegm
This shit is cinematic, you should film (Get them cameras, n***a)
Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin' in (Uhuh)
I shoot the 10 gauge, n***as'll lose a limb (Boom!)
Uh, bottle of Spade, lobster, fried rice
If this The Source era, GOAT would've got 5 mics (Hahahaha!)
I'm just recitin' my life when I write
You can't afford a feature, it's a high price (You can't afford this shit)
They shot my n***a in the thigh twice
He died right on the spot
The bullet hit a artery, I cried nights (My n***a)
Told his brother we gon' ride, that's on my life (Facts)
50 rounds loaded in my pipe for the fire fight (Brrr)
Misplaced checks all over my Nike's
I rhyme nice, Google it, n***a, go check my highlights (Haaah)
[Chorus]
I ain't nuttin' like these n***as (I ain't nuttin' like these n***as), and they nuttin like me (Not at all)
See their face when they lookin from the side line (They mad!)
I'm everything that you wanna be (Haaaaa!)
In your projects with all my jewels on (You see me, n***a!)
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong (Uhuh)
Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom!)
Wig shot left his roof gone (Cap)

[Verse 2]
You already know how I move, bro
Machine write that mafia shit, Mario Puzo
Told lil' bro if he move let off the UZO
Put his shit bag on his stomach, you dumpin' too low (Boom boom boom!)
I'm too blunted, count blue hundreds, you know the usual
Bitches in London love like me I was Jason Derulo (Hahahaha!)
You pop shit, then apologized, you still food though
Just 'cause you paid me for a feature, don't mean we cool, bro (I don't fuck wit' you)
It was all business, you ain't squad, you ain't GxFR, n***a (The fuck is you n***as?)
I stood on that corner long winters (Uh)
Hot pockets and chips
Shit, my pocket rocket was a Glock and two clips (Talk to 'em)
Now it's a hundred thousand just to hop in a whip (Boom!)
Shopping at PHIPPS with a provocative bitch (Hah)
The kicks that I'm rockin' from KITH (You know that, baby)
They say this flow that I got is a gift (Woo!)
That's why I gotta be at the top of the list (I gotta be Top 5)
When they speak of the best, 'cause what I'm jottin' is sick (You see what I'm doing, n***a?)
This shit that I'm jottin has gotten me rich (Uhuh)
Shot on my head and lived that some Impossible shit (Hahahaha!)
We stood on the blocks, n***a, we made chips (Uhuh)
N***as got out of pocket then we sprayed sticks (Brrt)
Pushed the white Wraith, when they see me they flip (Uh huh)
Huh, paint the top red like D-Wade lips (haaaa!), motherfucka, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't nuttin' like these n***as, and they nuttin' like me
See their face when they lookin from the side line
I'm everything that you wanna be
In your projects with all my jewels on
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
Wig shot left his roof gone
Uh, wig shot left his roof gone

[Outro]
Yeah
Who the fuck is these n***as, man?
Hehe, I ain't nothing like these n***as, man
Me and my n***as move different
Feel me?
Hehe, straight like that, n***as know what's up, n***a
Hehe, I ain't even gotta explain
You run up, n***a, you getting ran down on, period!
I don't give a fuck who listenin', n***a
Hahaha
That's how we do, n***a
I stay with it, n***a, stay ready, n***a
Straight like that, Griselda, bitch
Machine, n***a, Daringer, what up?