[Verse 1]

Regardless I’m gon’ make that money keep coming

I started with nothing this shit ain’t bout nothing

I’m heartless these bitches they know how I’m coming

I’m in neiman marcus I’m spending some money

If we ever see you we spinning we cutting

These hoes for the people, they tryna be something

Oh now that bitch speaking she must wanna fuck me

I got the fans tweaking, it’s boutta get ugly

Them niggas ain’t decent they bitches is ugly

I’m stacking i’m eating, i know my day coming

I kept my shit buzzing when niggas stopped buzzing

My vision got tunneled when niggas got funny

Somedays it rains and some days it’s sunny

Some days it’s planes and some days it’s junkies

Me spitting pain made me some money

Niggas got aim this shit ain’t bout nothing

Bet that bitch need me way before I need her

Off-white the sneakers niggas tryna keep up

I put my stilo jacket on, im cleaner

Niggas is garbage asking for a feature

Become a target when you get a beamer

Ain’t gonna bargain, I ain’t going cheaper

Bitch wanna argue wit me for no reason

Got the clip sticking out it’s hoodie season

I can’t complain yo i’m good i’m breathing

[Interlude]

Yo im good, im breathing

I can’t complain

You feel me, I feel you

I can’t complain

You feel, you can’t do what, I can’t complain, you can’t do what

[Verse 2]

I’m in a 911 on the 101

They ‘ont know where i’m coming from

Swing from the rip dawg it ain’t no one on one

They ‘ont know where i’m coming from

We never sell guns or we swap guns

Ain’t no niggas we running from

I had to stay down making block runs

Ok i’m boutta cop something

I never knew the feeling ‘til I got one

Look now I got one

I never thought that this would be the outcome

But this is the outcome

Niggas don’t run shit they let they mouth run

Balling hard til the scouts come

We wit the dumb shit we done shot something

Look now the cops coming

I come correct when I drop something

Cut her a check so she stop bugging

I got good sex and the thots love it

Niggas be pressed but i’m not bugging

Good where i’m from, my block loves me

I was so young wit them Glocks on me

Spare me there’s nothing yah got on me

Rarely these niggas got drops on me

Apparently I got some guap on me

Apparently I’m boutta pop homie

Apparently I upped my stock on em

Apparently i'm getting hot on ‘em (apparently)

Saint Laurent jeans I’m wearing em

Niggas out here is embarrassments

These bitches is all for the team

That’s why I fuck ‘em don’t marry ‘em

You know that I carry it

You know, if you don’t, now you know