[Verse 1: Ameer Vann & Ashlan Grey]

I spent like a year and a half on the Greyhound bus

On the way to see this girl

Take a flight back just to keep my job

Used to fly standby, late to the airport

Where the buddy pass? Stuck in the traffic

Whole lotta hours, real long distance

But I've grown since then

Learned to be on my own since then

Marble floor in my brand-new crib

This the life that I wanted, still

Got a hole and it burn my chest

Mash the chip that's still in my shoulder

Ain't a day that I still been sober (You motherfuckers made three albums, still talkin' 'bout the same shit)

These the things that I'm tripping over

[Interlude: Ashlan Grey]

The one gay, the one selling drugs

The one that's, uh, tryna act like Lil Wayne

What the fuck is this shit, man?

Y'all better turn this shit off when y'all get in the whip

When y'all enter my whip, y'all better not play this shit

'Cause it's gon' go right the fuck off

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]

Now how them boys hooked on heroin

Parents always asking like, "Where y'all get it from?"

Rehab poppin' like when Amy had the single out

Single out the reasons how I quit before I failed out

I used to pick Ameer up

Talk about what's got us fucked up

We vent 'til the sun up, ayy

Hopefully, get our funds up, ayy

And if I didn't know y'all, maybe I would have a desk job

Ticking 'til I off myself

[Bridge: Matt Champion]

Used to drive around for some hours (Oh-oh)

Used to get paid by the hour (Oh-oh)

Now I'm just pickin' up a check (Oh-oh)

Now I'm just pickin' up a sweat (Yeah)

Used to drive around for some hours (Oh-oh)

Circle 'round the block for some hours (Oh-oh)

Now I'm just pickin' up a check (Oh-oh)

Now I'm just pickin' up a sweat (Yeah)

[Chorus: Joba]

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]

I spent like a year and a half feeling sorry for myself

'Cause I thought love ain't make sense anymore

If I drank, you would probably see a fifth on the floor

And a hole in the door, up the rest, a few more

Scared of the past I've been tryna avoid from before I was born

Running from the shoes that my grandfathers wore

Tryna pick the better battle so I win the war

Feel the sun in my pores

But I still got clouds in my head now

Rain for a little bit, stay for a little bit

Moved along with my head down

That's what mama taught me and I never let them fault me

When they handed me a dead king's crown

Told 'em think of what you doing before I'm the one you're choosing

I just wanna be a human when I share myself

Hear the things I'm saying and I scare myself, goddamn

[Chorus: Joba]

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute (Ooh), I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute (Ooh), I'll be on it, in it, baby

Be there any minute, I'll be on it, in it, baby