[Intro: Cordae]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Huh, huh
[Chorus: Cordae]
Last year, I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single fuckin’ show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super woah
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I be feeling like it’s me against the world
But I can give a fuck who my opponent is (Nah)
Niggas askin' why I dropped the YBN
I had no other choice 'cause we ain't own this shit (Real)
You know that janky shit, I'm not condoning it (Nah)
I'm with a couple niggas, I got a bone to pick (Real)
I'm on some movement shit, y'all on some moment shit (Huh)
But I’ll be here forever, y’all can go and quit
We had bad bitches in a new Bentley
Just re-upped from that new stimmy
My brother countin' them blue Benjis
Only feel good when my crew with me, like woah
They tried to question my character
Young, rich, and Black, they hate me in America
We some real niggas, don’t fit the criteria
Don't like your vibe, not allowed in my area
I entered this game and I came here to change it
Speak my beliefs, now they calling me dangerous
Takin' the throne and I'm gonna maintain it
I gotta go down as just one of the greatest (Huh)
So anybody got a problem with me
Can’t fake kick it, fuck your politicking (Fuck)
I ain't worried 'bout it, I know God is with me (Amen)
And your piece of mind is worth a dollar fifty, but (Lord)
[Chorus: Cordae]
Last year, I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single fuckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super woah
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD, Cordae]
Codeine with the Percs, take too many, feel like I'ma die, ayy
I can't go out like that, ain't tryna make my mama cry, ayy
Chopper with a thirty in that, I pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
I can change anything, got them Obama eyes, ayy
Um, every day I'm on go mode with a four-oh up in my pants
Slump off of the Percs and the codeine, no more can I ever do Xans
Um, I take drugs when I'm copin', uh
Mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
[...] like what?
I heard that that was your homie, yeah, I got lean- (Uh)
Wet, huh, just like a slip n' slide
She gon' let me fuck, huh, yeah, I get inside
Chopper heat seeker, run, but you can't hide
Police on my ass, buckle up, let's go for a ride, ayy, uh
[Chorus: Cordae, Juice WRLD]
Last year, I made seven million (Haha)
Didn't have to do a single fuckin' show (Yeah, uh-huh)
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl (Okay, okay, okay)
All my life moments is a super woah (Huh, yeah, huh)
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope
[Verse 3: Polo G, Juice WRLD, Stunna 4 Vegas]
The strip after school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class, used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all of this rappin' shit, I was gangbangin' and doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit (Uh, No Limit Gang)
And I'm straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this (One more, that's five times platinum)
Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin' shit
You ain't heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, niggas know we be dropping shit
Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' up Glocks and shit
I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit)
Might be rocking a show or if I'm not up the stu', then I'm fucking this cash off
Don't you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made 'em fumble, like nah, you ain't gettin' that pass off
Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gon' be R.I.P. once your ass caught
He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off
'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X, that boy a-)
[Outro]
One day, one day
I can survive
I can survive
Hey, hey (I can survive)