[Verse 1]

You at the crib with no money, no bitch and no guns, boy, what is you doin' with me?

I be looking at these children like, "What is you doin'?" It must be the boomer in me

Worst part 'bout these niggas is I know they pussy as fuck and we never gon' meet

Your beats like my Kimber, that shit never jam, nigga, I'm used to the heat (Facts)

These niggas don't know how to score, they just setting the screen

Fuck what you did for the others, boy, what is you doing for me?

How do I stay in your mind, lil' bitch, and we still ain't meet?

My bitch same color as Dave East

I put paws on a nigga like Eve

I spit bars like I nevеr get sleep

How did I move in your mind rent-free?

Huh, taxing thе lease, I think I'm Prince Ali

You minimum wage, I'm Prince Hakeem

It's dirty, you alt-right trolls ain't worthy

I stay in your mind, it's workin' (Uh)

You have no worth, it's hurtin'

Don't know any niggas in person (Nah)

Never step outside, just lurkin' (Ooh, ooh-yeah)

[Verse 2]

Oh, that's your IP for certain

My Kimber my main bitch, but, yeah, me and my Glock be flirtin'

Be careful where you stay, I let my prey stay nervous

Stand back, stand by, stay earning, uh

When one of these crackers get brave and I put Kimbers to their face

Y'all better thank me for my service

My world different, I'm Kyrie Irving

Niggas be bitchin', they have no purpose

Testing my patience, I'm going to surgery

Running a clinic and feeding the nurses

Miracle bars, I should rap in a turban

Noble savage, I'm Maria Minerva

Baby, I feel like a servant

It's not like I don't deserve it

Patience, trust, gotta earn it

Grab my baby, came back to this curvy

I feel us drifting, I'm nervous

How hard

How it feels when I bring up your memory

Are you feelin' me now? Keep callin' me from his house

The pressure on pile, all these sticks, I just can't put it down

Not one hit, but my name in your mouth

All that money, she still on my couch

What that smell like? Bars

I'm a thot that was never in doubt

They love me 'cause I spit on it messy

They fuck you 'cause you giving them clout

Fuck her good, make a beat on my couch

On the road towards the riches, I'm laughing

'Cause I keep running into your— (Uh)

How I keep running into your exes?

I keep touching yo shit, get the message

Feed her