[Chorus]

Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands

Fuck it, man, let's just not even discuss it, man

OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep

I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace

[Verse 1]

I can tell ya how it happened

I can tell ya 'bout them safe house nights out in Calabasas

I can tell you not a rapper

Tryna sell this story, I don't even open up the package

Who you with? What you claim?

I was payin' mama's rent when I was turnin' seventeen

Soda dirty like Diana never clean

My ex asked me, "Where you movin'?" I said, "On to better things", yeah

[Chorus]

Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands

Fuck it, man, let's just not even discuss it, man

OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep

I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace

[Verse 2]

I been in the crib with the phones off

I been at the house takin' no calls

I done hit the stride, got my shit goin'

In the 6, cookin' with the wrist motion

Drapes closed, I don't know what time it is

I'm still awake, I gotta shine this year

I can never ever let the streets down

Haven't left the condo for a week now, man

[Chorus]

Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands

Fuck it, man, let's just not even discuss it, man

OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep

I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace

[Verse 3]

I've been on a mission, haven't left the condo

This that OVO, that SZN, this that new Toronto

I get boxes of free Jordan like I play for North Carolina

How much I make off the deal, how the fuck should I know?

All my watches always timeless, you can keep the diamonds

Treatin' Diamonds of Atlanta like it's King of Diamonds

Take a flick, I look like Meechy, look like Bleu DaVinci

I treat V Live like it's 07 in Magic City

Man, I told my city I'd be gone 'til November then November came

Then I came, right back on my worst behav'

6 God, put both hands together, that's amazin' grace

6 God, selfish with the love, I need all the praise (Woo)

They got me feelin' like the one again (Woo)

They got me feelin' like the one again

Yeah, shout goes out to Nike, checks all over me

I need a FuelBand just to see how long the run has been

[Chorus]

Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands

Fuck it, man, let's just not even discuss it, man

OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep

I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace

[Outro]

I been in the crib with the phones off

I been at the house takin' no calls

I done hit the stride, got my shit goin'

In the 6, cookin' with the wri-wri-wri-wri