[Intro]

(I just need my space right now)

[Verse 1]

Counting so much money, I can't even sleep

Man, I used to pray for days like this, it got me feeling weak

Pour a four and feel the geek

I feel just like Scottie P

I don't care how rich I get, you still ain't gettin' nothin' out of me

Know my mama proud of me

Livin' like a prodigy

I'm just living honestly

'Member I was talking shit to B-Line like, "Who hot as me?"

All the hoes that passed me up back then say, "Acknowledge me"

Walkin' in the bank, they hold me up and give apologies

Asked me why it's Ts on the road, I said, "We gotta be"

Nigga, I been hot since no one knows, casket, twenty oz

Fuck hit the block, we hit the road fast with twenty 'bows

Nigga, I was young and dumb

Fuckin' up in school and shit, was acting like an only son

I know I ain't the only one

A nigga try phone, he done

Cream color guts, real Wock' and a cream soda

Brodie selling white and soft, I'm fuckin' with that green yola

Know some niggas selling dog, but I can't bring the team over

Yeah, uh, yeah

I said, know some niggas selling dog, but I can't bring the team over

Know some niggas selling that dog still

Uh, damn, uh

[Bridge]

And yeah, we really living

I got all my own shit and still make my decisions

Uh, I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon

Yeah, my palms itching

Keep a trigger finger distance

Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"

Yeah, uh

Yeah, we really living

Uh, I got all my own shit and still make my decisions

I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon

Yeah, my palms itching

Keep a trigger finger distance

Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"

I said, have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"

Keep a trigger finger distance

Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance"

Uh, yeah

[Verse 2]

Mike Amiri denim, twelve fifty wrapped around my ass

Matter fact, that's twenty-five 'cause I bought two so I could pass

I was really dead broke, now I'm just here burning cash, skrrt-in' past

Fuck it, it's two hundred on this bitch, I'm thinking I'm gon' crash

Hold it, everybody dragging

Asking me what happened

I done really got it, I ain't talkin' captions

Niggas on the net, fla-fla-lashin'

I can get a hit, everybody captioned

[Outro]

Yeah, I said everybody captioned

I can get a hit, everybody—

I can get a hit, everybody—

Yeah, I can get a hit, everybody captioned