[Intro]

This is not a wig, it's fucking real

Look, if it was a wig, it would fucking come off right about now, yeah

I dyed it black, you like my shirt?

It says Mt. Vernon, 'cause that's where—because that's where I actually live, hometown

[Verse]

How in the fuck are you 'bout to say

The way that we do it is not the way?

No, don't you sweat it, you not in the way

Nothing you do can put end to my day

Cashed as fuck, on my bed, I lay

Look at the ceiling and fade away

Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'

But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day

"Sure you can afford that?" I get it

Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies

Pull out your mortgage, spend it in a minute

Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it

Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'

Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'

Times, they get chiller, sometimes I forgive him

My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you

Loose-knit, cotton chains bangin' off my body

Soundin' like a dog walkin', Razor barkin' if you by me

Let the scotch light blind 'em, let the switch restyle 'em

I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell

Old BONES, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes

1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone

Estate sell, ogles on the finger make me hopeful

We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce