[Chorus]

I come from Vernon road, I got it poppin'

And I can't wife none of these hoes because they thottin' (Come on)

Tell 'em, catch up, I'm too far, I got it poppin'

And when this shit got so hard I had to lock in

Really meant it from the heart, I said, "I got you"

When I had to get it gave this shit my all, so we get out it

Everything I put on hard I'm getting outta

Look at me, I came so far from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

From a place where they exposed, we're just diggin' for gold

Man, this shit is so cold, you can't get swallowed (Come on)

Send him a few hellos if it's a problem (Yeah)

She like, "Why you came so close?" I'm tryna holler (I'm tryna)

Why you spend so much on clothes, wear it once then it's old

That's the way that it goes, I'm 'bout a dollar

Seen her, she like, "Hit my phone," I didn't bother (Yeah)

Looked up and his paper was gone and now he sour (Come on)

Baby, can you please slow down? I'm tryna holler

Toilet paper talk for me, I'm 'bout a dollar

I just gotta reach my goals, I gotta help my bros

I gotta catch this flow, I'm getting hotter

Already had them hoes so I won't bother (Yeah)

Came to the crib, act weird, I kicked her out it (Uh)

Nothing that I do is wet, I'm way too solid

Back then my family was scared, that's why they doubt it (Come on)

[Chorus]

I come from Vernon road, I got it poppin'

And I can't wife none of these hoes because they thottin' (Come on)

Tell 'em, catch up, I'm too far, I got it poppin'

And when this shit got so hard I had to lock in

Really meant it from the heart, I said, "I got you"

When I had to get it gave this shit my all, so we get out it

Everything I put on hard I'm getting outta

Look at me, I came so far from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

From a place we shake your soul, niggas ain't gon' fall

We gon' get back up and keep on tryin'

Walk in and all heads turn, I move, they eyeing

Lotta bullshit getting sold but I ain't buying

I'm about to go on the road, doing all of these shows

Gotta get to this dough, I feel excited

Ruth Chris, barbecue shrimp, I got the itis

I was too sick when I got the call that Greg was dying

I'm like, "Whose bitch?" All on my dick, think I'm a piper

They like, "Who's this? "That’s young Kur, feeling like Michael

Lotta these hoes getting recycled

These boys are nothing like me, this game is something shiesty

Bust plays, I wanted Nikes, I pray when it was Friday

And I gave niggas the light (I gave niggas the light)

I pray when it was Friday, put pain inside the mic

And I gave niggas the light (I gave niggas the light)

[Chorus]

I come from Vernon road, I got it poppin'

And I can't wife none of these hoes because they thottin' (Come on)

Tell 'em, catch up, I'm too far, I got it poppin'

And when this shit got so hard I had to lock in

Really meant it from the heart, I said, "I got you"

When I had to get it gave this shit my all, so we get out it

Everything I put on hard I'm getting outta

Look at me, I came so far from the bottom (Yeah)