Parker, you ain't here for no compliments. You ain't here for no compliments, boy

Haterade sippin niggas talk a lotta shit

Too true, they talk a lot of it boy

But tell me, show me who they working harder than?

Ain't nobody grindin harder than the Parker man, no

I'm a mamas boy but shit, I barely call her man, ohhhh

She gon worry bout me gotta get up out of this hole

Mi juh wan go fi yard with a Dominican

Or walk go muddah cuntry, with a British chick

Hit up Cabo San Lucas with colada pins

We fly to Mexico and sip on some chelada, man cause last night I FUCKED UP

I never get drunk but last night I got FUCKED UP

Lawd

"Wha di ras you tink you a do?

Ah so you stay? Nuh how mi raise you

Bwoy yuh a gripe mi! Mi never own you."

That's what pops gonna say if he seen what I do

That's what momma gon think if she knew bout the crew

That's what Nana gon feel if she heard why I do what I do

For the crew. For the kids who lost thinking what to do

What is life? Who are you? Who am I? I don't know. Maybe we should--