[Verse 1: Neisha Neshae]

What do you think 'bout on your off time? Is it me?

You ain't for me probably 'cause you for the streets, but that's your loss

Pretty girl like me, but you won't show off (Uh)

I know my worth, I can't believe you tried to low-ball (Nigga)

That's what we on now? (Huh?)

You couldn't recognize the greatness in me? (Haha)

Or what you thought I wouldn't recognize the hater in you? (I see it)

Real recognize real, but all that fakeness in you (Bitch)

It take a halo on my head to see the angel in you ([?])

[?], always been that bitch with or without your help (Mm)

If you can't see me past the skin, how you see yourself? (How?)

How you don't see this glow around me? This bitch gold as hell (Yeah)

Heart is solid, but the soul is frail

You don't rеcognize this love 'cause you don't know it wеll (Nah)

Can't wear my heart up on this sleeve 'cause I don't show and tell (Never)

Couldn't tell you what it's colder than

And you can't say you know me now if you ain't know me then (Nah)

And you ain't really on the cloud if you ain't smokin' this (Real talk)

You should find you someone else you can be open with (Nah)

And you ain't really on the cloud if you ain't smokin' this

You should find you someone else you can be open with

[Verse 2: Doeman]

(Yeah) I was invented to be the epitome of the golden child

We makin' history

I know my enemies sick of me

I know the envy is sickenin'

I know we got the [?] listenin', all this evil, never innocent

I've been GOATed since the Christening

We've been opening the business, sold your soul for the benefits

I'ma go, bitch, I [?]

I need a milli' cash strapped in a Gucci bag

They really slept on us (Right on us) with they goofy ass (Huh)

My bitch [?] bad (Uh) with her bougie ass

And I know God got me, but I keep that [?] packed

And I know we only here for the moment

And I know I got the world on my shoulders

And I go hard like I should, I'm a soldier

Shit, and I'm gon' keep it pushin', put that on my dead homies, uh (Rico)

[Verse 3: Jalen Santoy & JZAC]

How you say you ain't patient, but you ain't checkin' for me?

All that tic for tac just bringin' exes to me (Yeah)

[?] for me lately is hard to tell the difference

But gon' show up to the show, but only one gon' mention

The other one is tryna find out who my [?], rinse

Too much water since you still movin' [?]

See, that's why I don't step out wit' y'all

Too many parties involved, they gon' end up [stompin' to y'all?]

Nah, this [mass?] ain't gon' be fair-skinned or long winded, uh

Handle that, if it's not handled, job not finished, uh

Black car skipped out on [?], I Clark Kent it, uh

Front row, black expedition, they tryna tint it (For real)

Time, you should probably see how I cut it

If you don't, then you won't understand the reason it's flooded

Send a Cuban through the mail just to link with my brothers

Got off the doc, I'm in the [?], just put a [?] on my mother

Whole family [?] I'm 'bout to send out another

Don't make me send out another

Them diamonds hit a lil' different when you work to the sun up

Iridescent like the check, and you can see when we comin'

Thumbin' through more than the usual pharmaceutical numbers

Look at summer, creeped up on a nigga, no wonder

Say it's dumber, dumber than dumber [Glock in her water whippin'?]

Said she need extendo [?]

Y'all just beat around the bush

I'm '05 Mike [grill?] hit the lights and I'm still tippin'

I heard your shit got took and it still missin'

That's why we not the same, we could never be

Vision costs better see, then we'll prep the legacy (Uh)

[Verse 3: JZAC & Daisha McBride]

Fans listenin' when I speak, it's like a heart-to-heart

I learned to hustle, boy, I guess I'm Marcus smart

I tried to tell 'em all that startin' was the hardest part

Let me say it twice, startin' is the hardest part

Elbow grease, had to use some elbow grease

I got stripes like them shell-toed sneaks

So we could kick it if you wanna

Type of drip to have you think I'm sittin' in a sauna

Made me trippin' on a comma

Tripadvisor plannin' out my trip in The Bahamas

Cuttin' records at the crib while I'm sittin' in pajamas, come on

Half these younger kids are worried 'bout they clout first

They wave designer brands, but gotta couch surf

I got the inside scoop, you gettin' out-worked

See, I been through this shit, I've seen which route works

I've been watchin' like a fly on the wall

It's like a drug, everybody's always dyin' to ball

More desperate than the addict gettin' high in the stall

Wait, how's that satisfyin' at all? But it's whatever

Fuck, if that's your way of livin', ain't implyin' you wrong

Just know these people keep on lyin' to y'all (Yeah), fact

[Verse 4: Daisha McBride & K.A.A.N.]

Went from the offense to the defense, you see (Yeah)

I feel like my time is comin', glad we all in agreeance (What's up?)

Got [?] Migos in my cup, I'm offsettin' my demons (Woo)

Notice my circle gettin' smaller, I ain't stop 'em from leavin' (Yeah)

Wait, but I can't stop (Can't stop)

I've been out-workin' 'em by a landslide (Landslide)

Actin' cold to cover up the logic that I been hide

Pandemic got me seein' what's important on the inside

All the sudden, my blessings look different than what my friends got (Woo)

They say health is wealth, and my account looking fit (My account looking fit)

They say I got that dope, but I don't be countin' no brick (I don't be countin' no brick)

Yeah, I'll be in the lab, but I'll be rappin' like a [?]

I can never go outside or get the money [?] (Eh)

[Verse 5: K.A.A.N.]

Stacking the profits up (Yeah)

Thumbin' through hundreds, I'm gettin' paper cuts

Runnin' my operation, the sensation is elation

[?] my elevation, went from the minors to the majors

It's amazin', I done seen it all, [?] could never phase me (Yeah)

Raised by wolves in sheep's skin, your next of kin will do you in

Cannibalistic, shit is sadistic, ain't it sick? Now, where's your vision? (Oh)

Where's your heart? Where does it lie? Now, where's your conscious? In remission?

Did you lose yourself? Attain the wealth and fame upon your mission (Oh)

Mental prison, isolated with a triple life sentence

They just make niggas statistics, I'm just another percentage

I'm fightin' until they ring the bell and I know that it's finished

I know that I'm in it, I'll win if I play my position (Yeah)

Could've been more, could've been less

Either way, you know a nigga been obsessed

Get it on my chest, push like a bench press

Dealin' with the pain that I had to repress

[No less?] understand it, I just wanna manage

Tryna maintain, get the right for the land

And the price that you paid for it all like a ransom

So what do you want? (Ayy)