[Intro]

Those who haven't will always tell those who have how it should be

And those who ain’t will always tell those who is how it could be

But if you don’t got it, why worry about who does?

You feel me? That's real shit for real niggas

[Hook]

Don’t sit with me if you can’t stand up

This shit reserved for the family

You ain’t gon’ get it with your hand out

We put in work and made it happen

I praise the Lord cause I ain’t want much

Now I got it in abundance

I’mma tell you somethin’

You can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 1]

Real spill nigga I ain’t ever been a tourist (I'm always at home)

Got bitches that love me coast to coast, they been tourin

Real G salute said they fuck wit youngin

We gangsta walking in this bitch, like nigga say something

Yeah, yeah

What you finna do about that?

Put a hand on your chest, we gon house that

Niggas fishy, somethin funky, don’t come ‘round with that

If it’s a square in your circle, set the mouse traps

I swear they try to take so many of us

My nigga called me, said they took his brother

And that’s my nigga since we was younger

This game so fucked up gotta have somebody prayin for you

They wayside, many fall by it

Was he fraud the whole time? Bro, I can’t call it

Tell me who can you trust if not your day ones?

Long as we get it, take it how it come

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah

We gettin’ money nigga, but you knew that

Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine

Nigga never do that

He say he goin through some things

Bro, you ain’t never lied

Shit be so stressful, niggas wonderin how you ain’t lose your mind

Niggas tryna put down they old ways

Shit ain’t been the same

But you know ain’t nothin like the old days

Bitches snitchin’ on ya

Niggas switchin’ on ya, plottin’ on ya

Gotta cut the numbers, this game grimy

Keep your eyes open

Real G shit

Free black fool, real beam shit

I smoke great, highed up for my niggas that can’t be

I’m always gon shine if you fuckboys watchin’ me

Going hard on you niggas, I took lingo to your bitches

I’m sittin big in my city, blowing smoke up out the window

Feel like I came up

Feel like I can’t miss

Niggas want a game six

I’m tryna sweep the series

Clutch man, clutch man

Ain’t no pump fake

I’m in my zone, you give me a shot

Nigga I’ll take it

Who you want with the ball at the last second?

Should I stop? Retire my number?

It's pull up

[Hook]