[Intro]

Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?

[Chorus]

If I weren’t out 'ere, you know I couldn’t rap like this

If I weren’t broke before, you know I wouldn’t trap like this

PTSD, the reason why I act like this

No one ain’t put the 6 on the map like this

Thin waist, dunno how she got a back like this

Hoes from all over tryna harrass the kid

I dress clean, they’re attemptin to cat my drip

But with the same clothes still ain’t got swag like this

[Verse 1]

I know I said it weren’t fashion week, course I was trippin'

When I run into the opps, I leave all of them drippin

Somеtimes I gotta thank God for real

Imagine if I got caught for all of thеm chingings

I wish nothing but the best for all of them niggas

Cause when the youngboys step outside it’s due to be wicked

Dunno why he raps smoke when he’s usually timid

If you see me in a foreign, then it’s usually tinted

Who remembers when three got splashed in a day?

Jo's lucky that I didn’t leave tracks in his face

Got racks on my wrist, got racks for a chick

That’s tryna make change off tellin us where they live

I’m breezin through the ends in a taycan

How am I hittin' from the back when she told me she’s taken?

Ship and gale quick but it’s vacant

I was on A wing, boilin' my kettle with the razors

[Chorus]

If I weren’t out 'ere, you know I couldn’t rap like this

If I weren’t broke before, you know I wouldn’t trap like this

PTSD, the reason why I act like this

No one ain’t put the 6 on the map like this

Thin waist, dunno how she got a back like this

Hoes from all over tryna harrass the kid

I dress clean, they’re attemptin to cat my drip

But with the same clothes still ain’t got swag like this

[Verse 2]

Friends push friends, that’s fallin' men

She gotta have her own bag and be more than peng

Pagans can’t say my name when it comes to bread

Forget fifty, them man ain’t got more than ten

Done it one time, now she thinks we’re more than friends

Here’s a 1 on 1, make sure you call again

Got the drop, now gangs on tour again

Just make sure it’s not none of yours again

My stacks puttin' on weight like it’s doin up aptemin

That time of the month don’t stop her from hattin' it

A fours in the cab, I’m on edge, never panickin'

My mans bussy but the young g’s embarrassin'

Little broke niggas tryna size up

Stroke it from the side before I tell her throw the thighs up

Nothings really changed. I’m still throwin' gang signs up

Same postcode but they won’t ever be nuttin like us

[Chorus]

If I weren’t out 'ere, you know I couldn’t rap like this

If I weren’t broke before, you know I wouldn’t trap like this

PTSD, the reason why I act like this

No one ain’t put the 6 on the map like this

Thin waist, dunno how she got a back like this

Hoes from all over tryna harrass the kid

I dress clean, they’re attemptin to cat my drip

But with the same clothes still ain’t got swag like this