[Verse 1]
You at the crib with no money, no bitch and no guns, boy, what is you doin' with me?
I be looking at these children like, "What is you doin'?" It must be the boomer in me
Worst part 'bout these n***as is I know they pussy as fuck and we never gon' meet
Your beats like my Kimber, that shit never jam, n***a, I'm used to the heat (Facts)
These n***as don't know how to score, they just setting the screen
Fuck what you did for the others, boy, what is you doing for me?
How do I stay in your mind, lil' bitch, and we still ain't meet?
My bitch same color as Dave East
I put paws on a n***a like Eve
I spit bars like I nevеr get sleep
How did I move in your mind rent-free?
Huh, taxing thе lease, I think I'm Prince Ali
You minimum wage, I'm Prince Hakeem
It's dirty, you alt-right trolls ain't worthy
I stay in your mind, it's workin' (Uh)
You have no worth, it's hurtin'
Don't know any n***as in person (Nah)
Never step outside, just lurkin' (Ooh, ooh-yeah)

[Verse 2]
Oh, that's your IP for certain
My Kimber my main bitch, but, yeah, me and my Glock be flirtin'
Be careful where you stay, I let my prey stay nervous
Stand back, stand by, stay earning, uh
When one of these crackers get brave and I put Kimbers to their face
Y'all better thank me for my service
My world different, I'm Kyrie Irving
N***as be bitchin', they have no purpose
Testing my patience, I'm going to surgery
Running a clinic and feeding the nurses
Miracle bars, I should rap in a turban
Noble savage, I'm Maria Minerva
Baby, I feel like a servant
It's not like I don't deserve it
Patience, trust, gotta earn it
Grab my baby, came back to this curvy
I feel us drifting, I'm nervous
How hard
How it feels when I bring up your memory
Are you feelin' me now? Keep callin' me from his house
The pressure on pile, all these sticks, I just can't put it down
Not one hit, but my name in your mouth
All that money, she still on my couch
What that smell like? Bars
I'm a thot that was never in doubt
They love me 'cause I spit on it messy
They fuck you 'cause you giving them clout
Fuck her good, make a beat on my couch
On the road towards the riches, I'm laughing
'Cause I keep running into your— (Uh)
How I keep running into your exes?
I keep touching yo shit, get the message
Feed her