[Intro]

Yeah, you know we bumpin' that motherfuckin' northside

Northside killer, baby

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a smash)

(Lonely boy)

You know, some days I wake up wantin' to blow my fuckin' head off

Some days I wake up feelin' like, ain't naan motherfucker fuckin' with me

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch, I ain't with all the drama, I'm just tryna ball

Devil tryna tempt me, but he picked the wrong dog

Yeah, I'm 'bout the money, but the pussy, hell nah

I ain't fuckin' with these *** like I'm Rand Paul

Woke up, sun shinin', it's a good day in my hood

Pull up to the corner store to cop my daily goods

Codeine smell like candy, but this chronic smell like foot

Whitе skin cracker, but my heart is black as soot, uh

[Verse 1]

Hard to up my frequеncy 'cause suckers always testin'

They don't see the curse that come behind the fuckin' blessings

Might change my name to Jacob the way me and God be wrestlin'

Shit hit different with a couple cribs to be depressed in

Northside problems got me poppin' pills in Destin

Tellin' my brothers 'bout the Lord in hopes they get in Heaven

'Cause when it comes to me, I highly doubt that I'll get let in

I'm the type to go to Hell and pop the devil with my weapon

Curvin' jezebels, them bitches bad for your health, uh

What the fuck is wealth if my dad can't get well? Uh

I could never fail even if my plan was to fail, uh

Came up eatin' spam, now I got sand in my mail, uh

Never got it twisted, didn't expect them to be happy for me

Big ass truck up in the city, you know I can't help it, I'm too damn country

My swag so dummy, make a black man wanna be a honky

I'm high as a junkie on a Monday

On a Tuesday, on a Wednesday

On a Thursday, on a Friday

On a Saturday, on a Sunday

Type to crash out on a one way

I be takin' off with no run way

I'm the unc' they wanna be someday

I'm clutch, I only need one play

Fuck do you know 'bout the trenches?

I ain't hearin' no boy from the benches

I can change your whole life with a mention

Locked into another dimension

So five to the zero to the four like a Benson

[Interlude]

Uh, giddy up

You know what the fuck it is

Giddy up, what

[Verse 2]

Yeah, seven-hundred horses, TRX sound like the fairgrounds

They ain't 'bout a fuckin' thing, ain't even worth a stare down

Doin' what I do so my bitch can keep her hair down

If they knew what I did, fuck the jail, I'd be chair bound

Yeah, caddy with the windows up

I been countin' money while my bitch beside me rollin' blunts

The fucks ten-thousand hours? Got two-hundred months

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, like I went and become a nun

[Interlude]

Yeah, he's on, bitch

This that tune for you motherfuckin' hoes

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch, I ain't with all the drama, I'm just tryna ball

Devil tryna tempt me, but he picked the wrong dog

Yeah, I'm 'bout the money, but the pussy, hell nah

I ain't fuckin' with these **** like I'm Rand Paul

Woke up, sun shinin', it's a good day in my hood

Pull up to the corner store to cop my daily goods

Codeine smell like candy, but this chronic smell like foot

White skin cracker, but my heart is black as soot, uh

[Outro]

Scott, it's ****

Hey, you were, uh, talkin', uh, last night

About, uh, struggling with your faith

Give me a call, I wanna tell you about Romans 10:17