[Intro]

(Wheezy outta here)

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Verse 1]

Drug money convinced me, so it showed me who I really am

Niggas grown as hell, they say my name and get one view a cent

Tried to put two murders on my dog, but he beat two attempts

Uncle got exotic, lowkey as hell, you don't know if he really got it

Ever had the chance to chase the opp back on the other side?

Should’ve seen his momma face, she found out when her son diеd

Momma, I took L's, but you ain’t gon never see your son cry

Could've built thе mosque, I sent them water to the good side

Me, I'm kinda different, I ain’t gon never let my bitch slide

Know you fucked up, you made her mad, it made your bitch quiet

I just told my migo “Don’t get too close to his niggas side”

You can be the one to give our drugs back to the other side

Grab that TRX, Wukaduk done got it matte black

Got a plug, he don’t play games, he want that money right now

Don’t believe my last song, don’t none of my cars got a stash

Jimmy Neutron, when I see his ass, gotta blast

[Chorus]

I been smoking straight marijuana off a loose leaf

Hate to get my grill cleaned, it usually make my tooth bleed

Respectfully, them your friends, them ain’t my friends, don’t introduce me

Collaboration work with Mike Amiri made my tour T’d

You can tell that I’m hot, I can tell that you not

I can tell by your watch, you ain’t really having cash

I just got two-fifty cash, you can go and ask my guys, I ain’t gotta hit a stash, I can go and get the cash

[Verse 2]

Sipping remi from my past, pay cash to have a tab

I give em whatever they need, whenever they ask me, know I got it

Baybay kid, cause I thought a million dollars was hidden inside the attic

You know my daddy went to prison, he think, he slick he tried to hide it

All my life I had to fight, I'm sipping color purple

I’m the type to bring up money, I ain’t gon bring up murders

Excuse to hit my brother cup, tried to say I’m thirsty

Talked to myself at night time and see your really worth

Had my brother drive the ‘rari, he went seven-thirty

You better not stop me, I got my pipe on a motorcycle

Them chains on me, I be shining, I’m another Michael

I seen my grandma blood at six, I told her fuck a cycle

I fucking like you

Took a break for a year and bought a Brabus and a motorcycle

Play it safe, I tell you what I want, I make my brother write you

Shoot your ass today, 'cause back then I’ll make my brother fight you

I don’t like you if my brother don’t like you, I don't ask him why he don’t

I just got too comfortable around my bitch, I dropped another four

On the carpet, she was mad as hell cause she used all the soap

I ain’t a hater but I’m happy as hell to see you down and broke

I just had to wish for real, thought she got back in it though

I can never respond to none of y’all niggas, ‘cause y’all money low

I got insight on them fake ass sales, I know no record sold

Last album did one-twenty five but that’s the real one though

I just did a song with Morgan Wallen like a year ago

Please don’t try to culture cancel me ‘cause that’s my nigga tho

I'm so fucking proud around my kids, I’m making cereal

Du’meir gon be a designer, he keep asking where my jewelry go

Pooda pop out mask on, he think he Rey Mysterio

Then he took his mask off, brodie bring your ass home

Wanted to quit rapping a few times like this my last song

Leave bali, bring your ass to Cali, bring your ass home

[Chorus]

I been smoking straight marijuana off a loose leaf

Hate to get my grill cleaned, it usually make my tooth bleed

Respectfully, them your friends, them ain’t my friends, don’t introduce me

Collaboration work with Mike Amiri made my tour T’d

You can tell that I’m hot, I can tell that you not

I can tell by your watch, you ain’t really having cash

I just got two-fifty cash, you can go and ask my guys, I ain’t gotta hit a stash, I can go and get the cash

[Verse 3]

I can send a message to my dog, I know it’s read wrong

Opps be woofin', I be listenin' to SZA in my headphones

Ever since that happened with me and her they think I’m sad, huh

I don’t want you bashing me and her, just know it’s red rum

Doodie got a eleven million cash, he out the red zone

Lying to my brother like he don’t know what type of meds I’m on

Wuk a witness, he was there when HOV had text my red phone

He just want a face to face, don’t matter if my bread long

That’s why I’m like Jay-Z in Chicago, I ain’t lead wrong

Told Swizz to get Alicia Keys, the Virgil Maybach

I'ma get the one with the white fur, they lay way back

So geeked, I'm like fuck that fur i want my cup back

Y'all ain’t got believe me and I be knowing I pray for my city

Come and do a show, gon' be a parade in the city

Tell how I was raised, I got away from the snitches

I wanna be Smurk, I don't wanna be Drake when I’m finished