[Chorus]

(Yeah)

I got the juice got the plug

Running samples with the subs

I’ve been fucking with these instrumentals

Going mental; look like I’m on drugs

But I’m just outchea spreading love

I’m still running ‘round with thugs

Still copping sweaters hella snug

Still got bottles in the trunk

[Verse]

I’ve been rolling up for days now

Higher mental keep me sane

Thoughts got me in a choke hold

Fighting pressures of a slave

Depression drinking that’s the wave

Self destruction got me played

Switched it up I’m hitting weights now

Water bottled; and I meditate

And I’ve been putting in the work lately, man

Leaves something like the fall now

Scheming better we gon’ ball now

Got hella bros they on call now

Circle tighter fuck a lubricant

Duplicates; niggas tryna bite my style

(Nutriment)

Imma hop up on my newer shit

Fewer hits; running game; a thousand miles

[Chorus]

I got the juice got the plug

Running samples with the subs

I’ve been fucking with these instrumentals

Going mental; look like I’m on drugs

But I’m just outchea spreading love

I’m still rolling ‘round with thugs

Still copping sweaters hella snug

Still got bottles in the -

Yeah

[Verse]

I was 15 thinking caps

Dickies is green hella packs

Low key I was counting up hella faces

Man; I’m moving my weight out the back

I’m talking like way off the map

Solo plotting; working out the bag

Questioning wealth; outchea chasing paper

Lacing Vapors; the shit just don’t match

Oh that’s generational hacks; no new shit

Farms better, fresher fruit - shit

This what Shawn Carter had a fit about;

Did the routes; diamonds Blue - shit

And now it’s Ivy’s turn;

Ivy’s turn level one, feel like 22 - shit

Old game cop the new tricks

No shame how the shoe fits