[Chorus]

I'm goin' hard right now, shoutout to Maro

She keep tellin' me she wanna link, tell her send a pin, no Bowlero

I'm 17 want a Trackhawk, I was 7, wanted a Camaro

And it's hard to get distracted 'cause this road I'm walking down narrow

They pointing fingers at me like an arrow

I got the game in a headlock

I'm makin' hit after hit like it's baseball, should've played for the Red Sox

I don't care 'bout your name or your favorite color, girl, just get to takin' your pants off

Everyday, I got up, went got it, couldn't wait for nobody, couldn't ask for no handouts

Oh, you liking the music, yeah, that's cool

I'm all 'bout this green like bamboo

Stickin' together like Famgoon

She gon' do what she do, I won't say none to her

[Verse]

I be letting these thoughts get to my head, I hope they don't lead me wrong

I know folks wanna see me dead, I how they leave me 'lone

Yeah, my heart chrome, it's gone

All in this world alone

Gotta understand, it's me and this mic', only thing I got is these songs

It's time to man up and stand up, in a few months, I'll be grown

They got they hand out, like back up, I got it all on my own

I like the sound of the beat, I'm finna go hard 'cause it get to speeding up

Jaguar, no one keepin' up

Whole gang, no one deep as us

I know they hoping I change

I know they want me to switch sides, they want me to switch on my gang

I'm really one of them ones, deep down, I got to sit and remain

I'm not an amateur, whole different caliber, I'm a different domain

I'ma drive the Hellcat like I stole it

I just got a rental for the weekend, but the way I'm drivin', you'd think I own it

You can't give me advice, I'm already knowin', I promise, I'm already on it

They keep sayin' I sound like what's-his-name, but I even know you can't clone me

I'm this world, yeah, it get lonely

Even though these girls be on me

Even though I feel that fake love, even though I know it's phony

And the way she playin' games wit' me, you would think my name's Sony

Yeah, soon, I'll be home

Yeah, soon, I'll be there, yeah, soon, I'll be gone

I don't know how to feel, for real

Throwin' shots, let me know what it is

I swear, everybody movin' weird, they droppin' salt in my ears

You can did me all you want, but I'm still richer than my peers

How you dissing on me?, don't got mo' money

We gon slime him out and leave his nose runnin'

[Break]

I'm sayin'

I'm really one of them ones, for real, for real

Yeah

Come here

Come on

[Chorus]

I'm goin' hard right now, shoutout to Maro

She keep tellin' me she wanna link, tell her send a pin, no Bowlero

I'm 17 want a Trackhawk, I was 7, wanted a Camaro

And it's hard to get distracted 'cause this road I'm walking down narrow

They pointing fingers at me like an arrow

I got the game in a headlock

I'm makin' hit after hit like it's baseball, should've played for the Red Sox

I don't care 'bout your name or your favorite color, girl, just get to takin' your pants off

Everyday, I got up, went got it, couldn't wait for nobody, couldn't ask for no handouts

Oh, you liking the music, yeah, that's cool

I'm all 'bout this green like bamboo

Stickin' together like Famgoon

She gon' do what she do, I won't say none to her