[Intro: Packy]

Life's dope, overdose, money over choes? Sure

But my friends over both of those, pour it up

Supersonic, what the fuck have you created?

[Verse: Apollo]

Okay, I used to march in a band, now the bands march back to me

Label been with me and backing me

I think I need an assistant to faculty, I'm on a whole different level

Yeah, I'ma on a whole different level

They quick to write us at the concert

They givin' it early but I never settle

When I worked a milli', people they film me

And writin' for rappers, they milly vanilly

I'm bustin' up shots like I'm shooting confetti up

I been on a hitlist and know more than that

Someone's tryna kill me

Yeah, that's just how it goes, I made a few records

This shit'll went platinum and never went gold

That's just how it go, that's just how it go

Yeah, I'm back on my temper

Made a few dollars but livin' it like didn't make any sense

I was livin' off licks

Yeah, yeah, I'm back on my shit

I made a few dollars but livin' it like didn't make any sense

I was livin' off licks