(Verse One)

I’m too real, they know how I’m coming

A bul who started from nothing

I’m getting money and now that I’m showing them something, they all wanna hang with a youngin

Come hang wit a younging

The gang go insane wit a youngin

Enjoying the fame wit a youngin

Like shaq imma dunk it

Getting no shame from a youngin

They only get game from a youngin

Diamond and chains on a youngin

Hope they don’t change on a youngin

Back then I hit stains wit my youning

Like busta I touch it

The goals imma gain as a younin

Got watches and rings on a youngin

I’m going a range wit the money

Don’t got it ain’t show that he want it

See em he running

I’m from the P how we coming

We leaving the scene whеn we dump it

Ya brodie was beefing for nothing

Why is they faking?

Why is thеy talking and hating?

Just look at the look on they faces

Stopping and staring I walk in the mall and i buy me a fit and a bag for my baby

Like no I don’t need validation, I live my creation, wit choppas I’m feeling like Jason

Smoking on Payton, I’m laying back in the coupe I’m high now my eyes looking Asian

I got the forces and she got the maxes

I got the drip and she’s loving the fashion

She posting you and I’m hitting her after

She wanna hit when she heard I’m a rapper

Brodie you broke you just waiting on taxes

Said that he push it I’m pushing it faster

Said he want smoke he get turned into Casper

We got the tools wit hammer and ladders

I’m hella cocky I feel like my father

We got the money the wheels and choppas

Hit wit a mop now he’s wet that’s aqua

Hop out wit the cuttas get cut that’s baraka

No NLE but I’m calling my shottas

He on the ground now he’s crying for mama

I get it down even spar wit my partnas

We know how to shoot turn your brains into pasta!