[Intro]

(Get off, June)

(BRVDO, BRVDO, BRVDO)

[Chorus]

It's [?] best of me

No, I'm on extra lean, Percs, not Ecstasy

Hate gon' be the death of me

Since I've been in the game, they stealin' my recipe

And shawty keep textin' me like "Why you keep stressin' me?"

Bitch, I'm flexin', please

I'm tryna get my stash, make it the Gucci store, I need some extra G's

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I'm a bad motherfucker

I'm a made man, touch me, it's shells dumpin'

I've been ballin' with the same gang, Tim Duncan

Niggas we don't know nobodies, quit frontin'

For real, stop the cappin' today

I make G-League nevers why I rap every day

I can't believe these niggas, they'll cap me a face

Whole time devil got 'em wrapped up in the hate

It's like grew up in a chef, watchin' patties get baked

They put them patties on the market, then they turned into cake

I could have wrote a whole book by the time I was eight

We ain't cut from the same type of cloth, I don't relate

I need a detox, I been flushin' the drank

Quick to cut you off, I see right through the fake

Half the time they say they love you, they be wantin' your plate

The other half wishin' you never ate, that shit crazy, ain't it?

I heard they was on my ass, I'm ridin' double bankers

Tell Tre, "Get out the car", and shit gettin' dangerous

I'm still thuggin' in the streets, niggas think I'm famous

Same time, I'm elevatin', niggas think I'm changin'

What I touched this year, you would kill for

My heart broke, what you think I need the pill for?

Seen a lot of sick shit, what I'm ill for?

The fam need me, that's why I need the M's for

I was juggin' on the road, grabbin' info

Hit a bitch just to make the ho my in store

In 2022, I sold six shows

Rap money got me seein' a lil' different, though

[Chorus]

It's [?] best of me

No, I'm off extra lean, Percs, not Ecstasy

Hate gon' be the death of me

Since I've been in the game, they stealin' my recipe

And shawty keep textin' me like "Why you keep stressin' me?"

Bitch, I'm flexin', please

I'm tryna get my stash, make it the Gucci store, I need some extra G's

It's [?] best of me

No, I'm off extra lean, Percs, not Ecstasy

Hate gon' be the death of me

Since I've been in the game, they stealin' my recipe

And shawty keep textin' me like "Why you keep stressin' me?"

Bitch, I'm flexin', please