[Intro]

These folks got to hear this shit, Saucii

[Chorus]

I done ran this shit up on a accident

He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)

Fuck these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again

I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack shit?]

I see niggas jackin' (Jackin')

Dior on my jacket (Jacket)

I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)

I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?

And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket shit

[Verse 1]

Trappin' shit, now I got my feet off in this rappin' shit

Both feet out the streets, I'm tryna see how far this rappin' get

Might be in too deep, but I ain't sing, so, how you think?

I ain't run out of this green, I run this shit up in my sleep

As a youngin chasin' dreams, I feel like Martin Luther King

I lost it all, I got on my knees

And I was beggin' God, "Please"

Everthing that look good ain't always what it seems

I'm still in the hood likе I ain't got nowhere to be, 'causе I'm a G

[Chorus]

I done ran this shit up on a accident

He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)

Fuck these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again

I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack shit?]

I see niggas jackin' (Jackin')

Dior on my jacket (Jacket)

I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)

I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?

And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket shit

[Verse 2]

Woah, my lil' whodie 'nem be whackin' shit (Whackin' shit)

Woah, bro still tryna get all that packin' shit (Yeah)

Nah, this shit ain't stolen, paid cash, nigga

Pink slip in the mail, that mean I'm in my bag, nigga

Told her, "Fuck with me," 'cause my bag bigger

Got that type of cash to make a bitch forget her last nigga (On God)

And I ain't even tryna brag, nigga (On God)

I know how it feel not to have it, nigga (On God)

[Chorus]

I done ran this shit up on a accident

He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)

Fuck these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again

I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack shit?]

I see niggas jackin' (Jackin')

Dior on my jacket (Jacket)

I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)

I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?

And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket shit (Woah, yeah)