Released on October 27, 2023

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[Intro]

(Wait, it's Landers)


[Chorus: MBNel]

Ain't too good for the hood

My members still'd be down to let it go

Mama say a prayer for me, think the devil got my soul

Somethin' really wrong with them, ain't clickin' like metronome

My jeweler he don't speak no English, diamonds is Rosetta stone

Even if the truth is told, baby I could never fold

Stand up on my 10's, I got dawgs that's never coming home

It's some dirt [?...], I got things they can never know

Imma die with some secrets that they can not know


[Verse 1: MBnel]

First and foremost, don't get me mixеd up with the rest of them

I'm bout to bag, I need a stack bеfore I have sex again

That's nice, that there weird, and then we asking I mean

Type to talk, typing in that dress if we addressing it

Ain't no back and forth, that's what we don't do

My biggest problem's telling people I'm their go-to

If it was the other way around, can I go too

I'm the type to have my problems, I just put it in these pro tubes

Bentley Benz, like Ferraris, Lamborghinis

Exotic bitch, diamonds, designer shit, we been dreaming

99 problems, but a bitch ain't, never need em

They start calling me your brother when I was broke


[Chorus]

[?] for the hood, my members [?] let it go

Momma said, pray it for me, they think the devil got my soul

Sum really wrong with him, ain't clicking like metronome

My jeweler he don't speak no English, diamonds is Rosetta stone

Even if the truth is told, baby I could never fold

Stand up on my 10's, I got dawgs that's never coming home

It's some dirt [?...], I got things they can never know

Imma die with some secrets that they can not know


[Verse 2]

He actin' weird and then we asking him

Send him out, exit him, my shooter said he was begging him

Losers ain't gon never win, this perky ain't et cetera

This Gucci, this ain't Betterman's, we been to war like veterans

80 in the Sadie's, but a hundred in this Rari

This bitch got some daddy issues, she just call me Papa

I pull up without no rappers, my homies do Raris

I pull up without no rappers, my homies do Raris

That's what I get in my cup, my favorite potion is motion

About that V, looking like Tommy for that power, I ghost em

Bitches know that I ain't tamable and ain't no control

60 on me like I'm rolling, ain't no question, we holding

Yeah, yeah