[Intro]

Fuck

And blew hate at me like fans

You blew hate at me like fans, that's not—

Yeah

Uh

[Verse 1]

C’est la vie, rolling up two grams (Yeah)

Back when they smokin' up some Smarties and blew hate at me like fans

I was mad (Yeah)

I put my fucking foot up on the gas

And I crashed like kids hyped off the sugar on the pan

Would've been a space inside a grave (Yeah)

Would've been a painting on the pavement, I guessed I saved it (What?)

Man, I come from flooded basemеnts and bank statements

I said I'd work until I'm famous and keep banging (Boom, boom)

But now I'm not evеn there

I hibernate like a bear

Rap niggas tryna spit in my ear

Couldn't make me feel a bit of a fear

My parents either dead to me or they living up there

In New York, where life's cold, stale, bitter, and fair

Anyone can get some money if you willing to spare

A life

I steal souls with the edge of a knife

I poke holes in a bed of your lies

I'll make you lie in a—

[Bridge]

(Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah)

Grave!

Uh (Hey)

Yeah

[Verse 2]

Uh, I'm never petty back, bro

You tryna hit about it, you know where I'm at, ho

Make a brain freeze when I get the Dracold

Don't do hey-hi's, if you touch me, catch a halo (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Since yea low

I been better since Ye wrote

Cash rules nothing around me

I pulled the ropes, I drove the boat

I made this, I'm famous, I pave the road (Yeah)

Lose pain like loose change when life change and grows

Like your roots when your braids are hanging low

Ain't nobody can say you dope

Nigga whiter than packaged Columbian coke

Shit! (Yeah)

[Outro]

Nigga whiter than packaged Columbian coke (Packaged Columbian coke? That is—that's crazy)

Knife at your throat, I'll stab at your hoe

Nigga put a dome on ur throat (Woo)

Ain't nobody fucking with O

—verpade