Tuning in, everybody hear the prod tag

Walking through the woods, damn, feet got jet lag

Money be heavy, weighs like a whole sandbag

Damn, gang never surrender, ain’t waving no white flag

White flag

Showing the waist, they ain’t tryna fight back

Lemme see the past, not tryna rewrite that

Lemme see the past, not tryna rewrite that

Ladies, ladies like the prod tag

From the eighty-eight, never claimed to be from the projеcts

Caught my flow, but gotta evolve, so not yet

Not yеt, not yet, yuh

Forget any girl, it’s you I’m tryna cop, yuh

Money on the brain, so how could I stop, yuh?

Doing what I love, always tryna drop, yuh

Drop, yuh. Drop, yuh. Drop, yuh

Dropping the gang would be like waving the white flag, so insane

I’m swerving through lanes, love how that feels, chilling in the rain

Ain’t cashing no gains, that’s the goal, what I’m tryna attain

Damn, what’s her name? Damn sure she got my heart freaking sprained

Gotta tell everyone, don’t be a—don’t be a—don’t be a lame

Yuh

Loving your story, but not gonna take the fall for it

I’m tryna get to the top, and I’m willing to ball for it

Could never be too tall for it

Me and the gang, like me and—like all of us, all of us