Prod. Emerald – Verse 1:

Baby, loved you but I’m on lease

I just told her they copy like me, ayy

That girl, oh yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I pull that whole down, yeah

My squad can't ring the bell, yeah

My whole look like what the hell, yeah

She talking for my Louis Bell

That whole got two names like she's Roosevelt, yeah

I just look in the mirror, in the mirror, ayy

I just pulled up for all of the real ones, ayy

Just got up, I just made a few bucks, ayy

I just got up, they whole wanna fuss

I just got a bag for the love of the game

That girl like a horse that I don’t gotta tame, ayy

She braid her hair, stay out my way

I can't see her face through my haze

Hits on hits, gotta make the play

I hear that lil' boy tell he can't pray

They talking bout the game, but they won't play

That whole gotta get job, ruin generations

Corvaen – Verse 2:

Slam, I think shawty blasian

So we make a custom creation

I got a cup full of purple and cup full of green, call that jawn segregation

Call up luh Emerald, we got all the weapons, might turn you into an animation

I cannot mess with no gnat, get left in the past, we call that failed relations

You know me and Emerald go dumbo

Yeah, you know that our pockets on jumbo

Just let Lil' dude talk and his body gon' hit the floor

He said that he count the guap, but I’m counting more

Get down on my knees, gotta praise the lord

He keep tryna dissing cause he know he broke

He keep tryna dissing cause he know he—

I just been countin' up bands, got girls up in France

I think I'm gon pop me a Xan, yeah

She make it clap with no hands

That boy tried to be us, he failed, cause he knew he can't

I come through like Roosevelt, got 32 bands on my pants

Me and Emerald come through with a chop, we stompin' on boys like they some lil' ants

Why your girl all up in my hair?

We gon' send em in the air, boy got wear and tear

She said why you always spendin' all your stuff, that's not fair

Me and Emerald come through terrorizing just like Black Bear

Just like Black Bear

I ain't even pull out none yet, why you scared?

Prod. Emerald – Verse 3:

I didn't steal no swag, what boy just lost

Asked a girl, scream my name out in the box

They hatin’, but, yeah, they ain't got no cost

Yeah, make the beat come with a cost

Yeah, getting jacked ain’t no frost

Yeah, these girls starvin' me, Pentecost

I just got a bag for the love of the game

That girl like a horse that I don’t gotta tame

She braid her hair, stay out my way

I can't see your face through my haze

Hit on hits, gotta make the play

I hear that lil' boy tell he can't pray

They talkin' bout a game, but they won't play

That girl like, oh yeah

I pull that whole down

My squad can’t ring the bell

My whole look like, what the hell?

She talking for my Louis Bell

That whole got two names like she's Roosevelt

Narrator (Outro – Mid-sentence end):

I don't really know how to raise a kid right

I just tried to stay out of the way, focus on my own stuff

The campaign, the job

But come around just enough so she'd wanna see me again

Keep that lil' hope alive

Then I had to get back to work, the office needed me

She'd be fine

Kids gotta learn to toughen

Life ain't about sittin' and talkin' feelings

It’s about doing what you gotta do

I did what I had to -