[Intro]

Yeah

Ayy, we just gon' some have fun this time 'round here, Trey (X.O.)

Look

[Verse 1]

I graduated from the school of the hard knocks

All B's—bossed up, bank roll, bad bitch, balling

Them dope boys I idolized back then, is all fiends

Ironic, they used to school me, never get high on your own supply

They used to tell me, "Watch them laws, you know them 4s connive"

But they never said that shit you chase could bring your own demise

But fuck it, I'm still buyin' gold, puttin' stones around it

Chop a top, I chrome the tires, drivin', gettin' dome inside it

And it's still fuck haters, bet not come on this side

If they ain't puttin' shit up on the 'Gram, we puttin' you on the grind

I'm on it now, this shit ain't just for me, I need my bros to shine

Built this from the ground, I swear we'll never let a ho divide

Boy 'cause I don't owe ya, play her like controllers

'Cause I never met a bitch without no motherfuckin' motive

We gon' count it 'til we can't, then we gon' double up the quota

Self-made, Forever Trill, until it's over, real talk

My only goal 'til I die, right now is fill vaults

Get my daughter straight, have her somewhere in the hills off

I peel off, drinkin' on some shit they say could kill cost

Really from the slums, I swear sometimes this shit could feel false

(Tihs) Figga nigga, did I do it with a deal? Nah

Black owned bitch, y'all could let them crackers pimp y'all

But me, I'ma die a legend, yeah, I've never been (Silly)

Damn

[Interlude]

It's ups and downs (Ups and down), highs and lows (Highs and lows)

Smiles and frowns (Smiles and frowns), that's all I know (Damn)

You up, they 'round (You up, they 'round), down it goes (Down it goes)

That's just how it goes (That's just how it goes), come and goes (Come and goes)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I never understand how

Niggas cool just livin' off another man

You tell him no once, he plottin' on other plans

Helped his ass for years and now he want you stretched like rubber bands

They ain't real

Or how we stay in relationships that's lackin' passion

Smilin' in pictures knowin' damn well your ass ain't happy

"#Goals" your caption

Your fears that you come with baggage

That you won't find another man out here to help you pack it

So you comfortable and stagnant

Bein' alone hurts, we gotta find yourself

Get out here and soul search, your best friends is no worth

And she stoppin' your revenue, never satisfied

Daddy, what you better do

You can't focus 'cause that ain't your queen, if she don't better you

I'm just tellin' the truths

But you ain't gotta listen to Pro' words

You head to the Bible, I think it's in Proverbs, haha