[Intro]
Uh-huh
N***as playin' with me, [?] playin' with a n***a like me, n***a
Hol' on, man
N***a, what
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Who rappin' like who, n***a? (Who, n***a?)
I started this shit, who is you, n***a? (Who is you, n***a?)
It's a scene when I do what I do, n***a (On my mama)
Fuck you and the crew that move with 'em
Loose lips sink ships, but not mine
My old shit makes young n***as in my city feel like Pac rhymin'
Big timin', big chains and Range Rovers (Bling)
Good in PJs, ain't talkin' no layovers (Fly)
Haters fade nights, use Molly for hangovers (Sheesh)
Ain't just me, n***a, the whole gang glowin' (On my mama)
Diss me, well, the whole gang goin' (On my mama)
She pussy poppin', the whole thang showin', what (Sheesh)

[Hook]
N***a, chill out
Be cool (Yeah)
Homie, chill out
Follow my moves if you tryna improve, boy
Relax, chill out
Be cool
C'mon, my n***a, chill out
Follow my movеs if you tryna improve, boy
[Verse 2]
You n***as cooked thinkin' this shit stop (Oh my God)
I ain't nevеr gonna talk about what I ain't (Nah)
N***as act like they rich, but they ain't (Yeah)
Wanna go to the hood, but they can't, uh (Yeah)
It's ugly for 'em
You might got a little chili but you fuckin' borin'
See, you like to fly 'em out, yeah I fuckin' [?] (Uh)
Not in the valley, either, right there on Chester and Florence
Dead homies (Dead homies, yeah)
Lowkey, I move like the feds on me
Keep it G with my blue and my red homies
You gotta make plays if you wanna stay in my position
Don't beef over hoes and don't go for selective politickin' (On God)

[Hook]
N***a, chill out
Be cool (Yeah)
Homie, chill out
Be cool, my n***a
Relax, chill out
Be cool
C'mon, my n***a, chill out
Follow my moves if you tryna improve, boy

[Interlude]
N***a, let me take a break
Follow my moves if you tryna improve, homie
Everybody chill sometimes
Follow–
[Verse 3]
Turn this bitch up, real n***as back in style (What)
N***as been hatin' on real n***as for a while (What)
I ain't even trippin', y'all can have that lil' style (What)
Them lil'-bitty bags, man, y'all can have that lil' pile (What)
Fuck on that old shit, bro, what's happenin' with it now, with it now
N***a, [M?] tryna get out and pass me the lighter (Thank you)
2024, 'til I'm gone, I'm on fire
You can call me a lotta things, but you can't call me a liar, on God
N***a, check my fact sheet
Ghetto n***a, fuck the same bitches as the athletes
And revin' my race like a track meet
He can go, stand on ten toes, I got flat feet (Woo)
On the hub, I don't sub, I don't at beef
I be squabbled up with the big boys, n***a, ask ****