[Verse 1]

Don't hate on the player, but hate on the game

Might take a plane and kick back in the A'

Gotta phone out to folks just to make sure they straight

Lil' Spike Dee ain't never lie 'bout selling weight

Why cap to the people just tryna relate?

Or say the same shit that the next nigga say

Shit really got me out my mind like Pharrell

You hate to see me win lil' bruh, I can tell

The joint burn slow with the wax like a snail

I hop in the back of the truck, drop the tail

And fakes run out they luck when it's dry

I flip on trampoline, like Mike, I can fly

Space Jam Jordan, got the lil' ice on the side

Pig had the Photo Blue 9's 'til now

She got the manes, along with the 5's

I didn't cop the cash wasn't right at the time

I fly on repeat, oh my, just how time flies

Didn't smoke till 2-1, I'm floating in real-time

Like a boat in the sea, Richard Parker might die

But he lived, fresh zippo tryna spark the La

Orange juice ice cold, right next to the jar

Kid Frankie '09 in my thoughts, dreaming far

[Interlude]

What's up? Now what you 'bout to see is how I do it

You understand what I'm sayin'?

Magnolia Brown, still just slim to the bone

It don't stop, who's the realest?

Me and my dogs, see ya', you understand what I'm sayin'?

No Limit, we the realest, you understand what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 2]

Living these days, it can be so insane

Watching the news, it do something to my brain

My brothers gunned down in the street, giving pain

Don't hate on the playa', but hate on the game

In a all white range switching lanes, counting change

Like the climate it change over time, is it us?

Is we fucking shit up?

Forest fires, that shit hurt my soul to the touch

I be living my life, give a fuck 'bout a jit

If they on petty shit, drop the smile and get lit

Drop top the Caprice, but I'll slide the Civic

Never forget the times that I spent with my kin

Manny want the brand new SUV stamped by Benz

But we up in New York, take the train to the pin

Get out or get in

We pouring up wine with our friends

Smoking on tree, tryna collect the ends

Prada on me, baby bags, got her shoulder lit

She already know, lil' baby, I told you this

Throw on J Dilla, that track number 36

Big time gorilla, might hop in the jungle gym

[Outro]

Might slide on your friends at the-

Might hop out your friends at the-