[Intro]

Yeah, oh, yeah, hehe

Yeah (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'm so hot (Let's go)

[Refrain]

Show a little muscle, crack a smile through a setback (Uh)

If the devil try to flex, I'ma flex back (Let go)

Same old song, run the next track

Tryna take my talents to the bank and bring a cheque back, uh (Sheesh)

[Verse 1]

I just want my name where the Gods at (Sheesh)

I think it's time to mobilize, where the squad at? (Uh-huh)

Where the bread? Where the paper? I need all that

I need the windows spring forward, so I'ma force back (Lеt go)

I feel like everything I touch combustiblе (Uh-huh)

Car fucked up, I gotta pay the damn deductable

My home lady hate me, she ain't even tryna fuck the bulls

Still I feel like, "Fuck I'm tryna argue 'bout a struggle for?" (Facts)

Heaven made all day, my pockets tapped out

It's a difference what I rap 'bout, son

Time to roll the dice, sometimes you crap out (Buddy)

Shit, I need to get a GPS, I got it mapped out, uh

Yeah, got it mapped out (Got it mapped out)

GPS, I got it mapped out (Yeah, yeah)

Yes, nigga, one G, this is real life

When them bills do you value what it feels like?

[Refrain]

Show a little muscle, crack a smile through a setback (Uh-huh)

If the devil try to flex, I'ma flex back, uh

Same old song, run the next track

Tryna take my talents to the bank and bring a cheque back

[Verse 2]

Jealousy (Man), man that shit's a sane killer (Facts)

Turn a real one to hatin' ass nigga (Facts)

Turn a bad bitch to a "Do-I-really-feel-her?" (Facts)

Blemish on the face of who you looking in the mirror, hold up

Rest in peace to my nigga Jay Grim

And it's been 3 years, why it had to be him?

I promised to my nigga one day I'm gonna win

Still remember running through the G, up a [?] (God damn)

You either with me or fuck up my line (Facts, yeah)

No longer got the patience or this time (No)

Shit, I've bit my lip too much

Now I give two fucks if on that shit [?] be on a nigga fine (Uh)

Bitch, the symptoms of (Uh)

[Chorus]

A nigga who could keep giving and pealing his heart (Yeah)

Just to be left in the fucking dark (Yeah)

Yes, a nigga love, this is real life (Okay)

Know I support you but you don't know what it feel like

(*Gunshot*)

[Outro]

Shit, oh, man

Man, this-this bitch said I pissed him off so I pistol-whip-dropped his Sonny Liston

'Til my fists had a blister 'cause this nigga tried to shoot his wrist twitch missed his shot

Dummy nigga didn't know how much niggas blast for me, as much as you wanna diss the God, you know

(*Gunshot*)