[Intro]

Yeah (yeah)

Chrissa on the beat

Got a couple things to say, man

[Verse 1]

Who that boy with that loud pack

Having racks in that side bag

You was dissing on while back

Man was broke but he bounced back

Estating, how 'bout that

And my pops, he a proud dad

I be geeking with South Man

Get away with that foul cat

I'm a boss you just call me that

Sjava brought that award back

And my bro, he deserved that

ATM on the world map

How the fuck could you doubt that

And we started without cash

Without friends, without plans

Had a mic with no mic stand

But I put in work, I know what it's worth

I came from the dirt, y'all feelings hurt

So alert, I ain't finna lurk

Still sipping syrup, green from the earth

I came with all of my homies

Last thing I want is a strange nigga acting phony

All of my day ones they know me

Boss man what they call me

I make plans if you know me

Stack bands on my brodie

But share igwinya ne paloni

Manje sibulal' emashwini

To the top, where we goin'

Real deal and you know it

No more chilling on the block

Selling work, dodging cops

Kick the door in at the spot

They say they looking for the pot

Ross told me to started

I was getting hot

He told me soon I'm gon pop

You only get one shot

I'm with the gang, never solo

I love my niggas, no homo

We smoke that ganja you don't know

Manje ubulawa yiFOMO

You wasn't showing me love

Now you wanna know the plug

Suddenly bigging me up

Wanna know what's in my cup

21 questions, DIY 2 you gon learn a lesson