[Verse 1]

Finna ink 'em with a quill, now they calling me a poet

Bossing up on all these niggas, I would never ever show it

Cause these hoes want the name

Tryna fuck and get saved

They should really know

I can't even fly bitch you are not Lois

I can't even fly bitch you are not Lois

Money stay long, Fantasic

Had to make the bands stretch big no elastic

Gooling where its snowy in the hills up out in aspen

Glizzy Montana, finna throw 'em with a backspin

Mag like Moss, how these bullets known to catch him

Imma do the dash, put the Masi' on galactic

If I keep swerving like this Imma end up in a casket

Aiming for the heavens, catch a light and cause a blackout

Lock up on a bag and throw the bands up in the mattress

I don't trust the bank cause opposition know to act out

And I could shoot a movie, lemme catch a nigga lacking

Leave him in the past tense

He get crossed out

Now they throwing riots on the block now

Haters calling me the trash man

Get to dumping whole cans

I got all sticks and the drums

With the whole band

Maybe I had it good a little, don't mean I got old bands

Once y'all get to bugging off the woods, I'll spray your whole camp

Its rest in peace them niggas that got caught up in the smoke, damn

That shit got me bawling in the field like I'm a pro

Gotta put on for them niggas that can't do it anymore

Just for them me and the brodies dropping on the floor

Let the bottles pile on up in the room and overflow

Cause without the lost ones, this would be a life I never know

[Hook]

I been doing alright

I remember we was goolin' all night

I don't know y'all end up on the far side

But Now we doing numbers on our own time

On our own time

I been doing alright

I remember we was goolin' all night

I don't know y'all end up on the far side

But Now we doing numbers on our own time

On our own time

[Verse 2]

Yeah

Flow like Very Rare

Throwing .38s

Oppas catch 'em by the pair

Niggas calling me the truth, this is not no dare

I been spazzing in the booth

Got nonbelievers sending prayers

I don't move drugs, I don't feel love, yeah, yeah

They all with the gimmicks got me fucked up

And they'll climb fast, saying "ain't nobody doing this"

But when the time pass y'all be looking back like "who he is"

(Like "who that nigga")

Drop a cool 80

On a 440

I'm that nigga of the house, it ain't no Cory

Kicked that bit up out the house, that was your shorty

You ain't pressing, you just acting stupid

Stressing, nigga I been doing alright

[Hook]

I been doing alright

I remember we was goolin' all night

I don't know y'all end up on the far side

But Now we doing numbers on our own time

On our own time

I been doing alright

I remember we was goolin' all night

I don't know y'all end up on the far side

But Now we doing numbers on our own time

On our own time