[v1]

I'm just trynna make it shake with a shorty i met last week. opened up my wallet, not a face staring at me. living like i’m grown but feeling young, black & ashy. there's good days & bad days, this one is a tragedy. say you need a favor, ion't got it so quit asking me. & lately? i been struggling with all my thots (thoughts), & it’s ladies coming in, so now i'm coming (cumming) off the top. with non time to write it down, i'm busy running up the stock. all these words leaking out to me, it seem like it's a lot. send all my waves (wavs) to tyler, mix like gumbo in the pot. if i shoot my shot, it's make it take it, pass me back the rock. if i shoot my shot, you won't make it, blast your acura

Back it up. usually cool, i'll probably laugh if i ain't mad at cha. usually fooled, i toned it down to come & rap witcha. sike, i lied, swallow ya pride. closed mouths don’t gеt fed, you gotta eat to survive. i nеver lied nigga

[v2: Mardi]

Shit is propane. the highest nigga in the smoke chamb. close to the bread, on my romaine. fast money, slow brain. puffin’ pen, that shit is so lame. for joe shmo & the whole gang. been actin' cocky, so the top sloppy. in my bag like church candy, heard the bean pretty handy. you been focused on money, but what to do when you get it? grab the whole thing, flip it, run a ticket in lennox. she said i’m cocky & i'm tripping, i can't give a fuck. start calling ho niggas out & fuck the city up. she take shots, then she use this dick for a chaser, it's amazing. before i eat the pussy, say a prayer. niggas asking what it is, & i can’t call it. bitch, i'm gone with the wind, hit a serve like it's wimbleton. this my 50 cent, many men. how many niggas am i better than?