[Intro]

"If you not ready to die 'bout dune

I'll die bout dune, fuck nigga

I'll die bout dune, fuck nigga!"

[Chorus]

New bankroll in my stash

Nigga hatin' it can get bad if I flash

We just had to run it up, 100-yard dash

Now I'm rockin' different brands, it's a flex, mix-match

Movin' like the presi with security

Knowing if I ever fuckin' fall that they'll laugh

Dunking like Shaq nigga, breaking that glass

Everytime you think you catchin' up

I go past that

Niggas down bad, that's a flashback

I remember when I couldn't make cash fast

Looking at my hands in math class

I was thinking life was gonna be that bad

I had to switch it up and say "Scratch that!"

Nowadays, I get the ball and can't pass back

You dissing on the low, I catch that

Niggas worried 'bout fr and he just worried 'bout a bag

[Verse]

I just hit Dev up, it's go time, bro

These rap niggas making me sick, I sneeze

I had to lock in on my own

I didn't get this gift from the chimney

Every time I see you, I just take it as a joke

You not on shit and it's killing me

Can NOT be seen with y'all willingly

In crowd, I look out, they cheering me

Silver chain, diamond encrusted

Just move away, you can't touch this

You say we gang, I can't trust it

Now you linking up the opps, now you're busted, yuh

Know I'm riding wit' my SV gang

No new friends, no I'm not Drake

Niggas try to get it in, see the snake in you

You can try to take me down it's not fate

[Chorus]

New bankroll in my stash

Nigga hatin' it can get bad if I flash

We just had to run it up, 100-yard dash

Now I'm rockin' different brands, it's a flex, mix-match

Movin' like the presi with security

Knowing if I ever fuckin' fall that they'll laugh

Dunking like Shaq nigga, breaking that glass

Everytime you think you catchin' up

I go past that

Niggas down bad, that's a flashback

I remember when I couldn't make cash fast

Looking at my hands in math class

I was thinking life was gonna be that bad

I had to switch it up and say "Scratch that!"

Nowadays, I get the ball and can't pass back

You dissing on the low, I catch that

Niggas worried 'bout fr and he just worried 'bout a bag

[Verse]

You worried 'bout fr, and he just worried 'bout the next turn

I don't even know how you hate on that

I wasn't doing right and Momma kept giving lectures

I gotta give her thanks, she know this shit gon' last

It's fuck the shit you heard, they just talkin' in conjecture

I am the collector, I got niggas mad

You can't get rid of me, I die, coming back spectre

I possess the mic, go back to puttin' out tracks

Pullin' out tracks, she started getting mad

Had to tell her what the news was all about that

They want the soundtracks, I show another song

They be like "Young dune, man, when you dropping that?"

"When you coming back?"

Yeah, they gon' show me love every time that I drop

Cause they see I'm on the path

Huh, yeah

And it's some niggas traded up, see me going up

You are not allowed back

[Outro]

(Some niggas can say I changed on them, because-

I THOUGHT they was on the same shit I was on but they NOT

OR, they was on some shit that I wanted to be on

And when I got on that shit, I got on it then surpassed 'em)

"For real this time."