If you gon′ be showin' fake love don′t at me

Lookin offset at all dat off set actin

I won't be the type a nigga that you catch lackinYouni can I perform? yeah you gotta cash app me

Expanding like some acne, soon we finna pop

Got the drop on lock, matter time that we cock back and spark

Beamin' up like scotty, hottie got me feelin′ like Spock

YS on da west coast now I′m feelin' like Pac

How the fuck he call himself a god

And then acknowledge that he proud of it, cannot see his intentions in the right

How the fuck he constantly surprise wit the artistry

Bruh Hosky caught a body and got 65 to life

Paid time no short comings long way grinds

Lifes a marathon, I′m gassin' up a long way run that I′m on

Out last competition as if this shit was a contest

Some laughed at the vision i was livin' wit a complex

If I explained the lyric prolly couldn′t get the concept

The way I tackle subjects

Always gotta bring the line back

Might have the wine and dine dat

Sit wit it

You understand or you related

Then you prolly would get wit it

Brought here wit the water, so you know i gotta drip wit it

Age of the drip to getchu hip dontchu slip nigga

Whoa shit

Feelin' like I'm JID young nigga wit a dream

Goin′ big straight up out the six nigga what it is

The feelin dont leave me no

Yeah this feelin′ wont leave

Always been royalty

Guess its what its gon' be

Hotboxing in the Uber we in East LA

Lil shawty acting stupid Ima have to skate

A couple plays, touching bread, tryna tuck a million

Paranoid since that last they almost killed me

Who these niggas in my business, I can′t trust soul kid

18Karrot on the wrist fuck the fake & phony

I was in that Honda Civic tryna shake the police

Niggas known me in the 6 I still love Lithonia

Blunted down on boulder-crest

Or Im back in motion

Sliding down the Vegas strip

Eating duck from London

Niggas lying in they wraps

Like the weed they rolling

Busting missions for the cash

Better keep in lowkey

Homie set me up for chips

But I passed em in the end

Lil bitch went sour on me

Shoulda seen it from the tip

When you trapping for the rent

Can't let that stress get in ya mental

So I′m keeping shit simple

While I smoke good exotic piff

Niggas sliding with them sharks

Addding blood to the mix

Tryna hang in every scene thats how Kings

Get Clipped

Heard the bullets fly quick

I just pray to god they missed

I wanna 6 series bimmer

And a droptop Benz

Tequila with the sprite

I ain't sipping on the beer

Down in silver lake she speaking Russian in my ear

Steady popping game Shawty blushing for a nigga

Yea just be dope nigga don′t believe ya feelings, wuss good