[Verse 1: AD]

Made runs without a plug, made hype without a deal

You niggas all fraud, made songs without the feel

Me without the mic is like Jordan without the rings

Stand on my own two, make moves without a team

Still run up on em if a nigga want them problems

Riding through the city, catch me sagging down [?]

With my music blasting, hands all on your baby mama

Y’all ain’t with the drama, y’all be talking to your honor, ahh!

I did it without it

They saying I’m next, couple niggas still doubting

Really from a set, little nigga I’m bout it

Comptown till the grave, every day I shout it

Had a dream, made a plan

Took my [?] like a man

Never salted anybody, all we talk about’s your friends

I ain’t shaking no hands, never hate on no man

When it’s all said and done, they gon say I did it without it

[Chorus: AD]

Without it [x8]

[Verse 2: Bad Lucc]

You looking at a DLG

Tell that bitch I don’t need nothing but HBC

Town aboriginal, D O G

Where the homies move the rock like CP3

[?], whooping the bromo codes

Khakis and [?] with the cornrows locster

All ways on my toes, homie post on her ass

Bout to make a move I don’t fuck with the [?]

Nigga BL known to make the chirp go

They got a nigga stomped out in my first show

You better ask around, know a nigga burnt though

And ya squad ‘fore I put him in a hearse door

I’m from the era of Lil Clyde and Dove

East side nigga, never carding them [?]

I be a real nigga without the vouch nigga

Chalk a nigga out for the doubt

A real nigga without it

[Chorus: AD]

Without it [x8]

[Verse 3: Problem]

Compton paparazzi banging down Central

Instrumentals bang loud, presidential hanging out the window

Turnt, getting turnt, talk to the burnt homie

He get OT bread, he got a scarf on me

Ugly grind, whole crew got to shine

Long as wristwatch tick tocks it’s always money time

Never flip rock, move big blocks of wintertime

Told mama it’s good, we eating, dinnertime

No forks, no spoon, but I will eat your dime up

Knocker drawers on, getting hundred dollar lineups

Bitch, understand it

Call your bitch and get a room at the [?]

The boy rotate bitches like planet

Do my damage then a nigga vanish

The diamond like dolo, money coming fast

Better hold on, Richard [?]

Still the same nigga without it

[Chorus: AD]

Without it [x8]