(Harmonizing)

[Chorus]

Tryna do right by my guys

Tryna do right by my people

Tryna do right by my life

Tryna stack up to the ceiling

She said I wouldn't be shit

I was caught up in my feelings

I got me a badder bitch

Now I make hits like the Beatles

[Verse]

Working like twenty-four-seven

Pretty lil bitch she be sending me kisses, I think she wan’ play with the devil

CDG all on me, I know that these boys will never go get on my level

This greatness, so special

I'm faded forever

This shit way too easy

Been fly since a fetus

Got no competition

Percocets, I don't need

Did it on my own (woah, woah)

Where was you when I was broke (broke, broke)

I pour a four of that lean in a double cup, huh, guilty

Ain’t catching sleep till I'm making a milli

These little boys they be acting so silly

You won't ever be my sons

Even though you try copy all my flows, you will never have the sauce

I get fucked up, still I pray that god forgives all my flaws

I'm making multiple payments

I told that bitch to the face

(You wasn't hard to replace)

I went and spent a few k, I couldn't care if you hate

I'm living life by the day, but I know that imma be great

(Harmonizing)

[Chorus]

Tryna do right by my guys

Tryna do right by my people

Tryna do right by my life

Tryna stack up to the ceiling

She said I wouldn't be shit

I was caught up in my feelings

I got me a badder bitch

[Hook]

Now I make hits like the Beatles

Now I make hits like the Beatles

Now I make hits like the Beatles

So I make hits like the Beatles

Now I make hits like the Beatles

Now I make hits like the Beatles