[Verse 1: T.Y.]

I ain't gon' lie for my age

I done heard and I done seen a lot of things

But I never fold, cuban links with them pinky rings

Spitta he gave me the game

I'm super fly I could break a bitch like Priest

Riding round in my '83

Slowly adding on to my fleet

You can't kick it how I kick it

Nigga you wasn't raised by no G's

You don't be smoking on good weed

Hoe lame ass never gon' get a bitch with that game fam

Ice Cream sweats and some Space Jams

Yo hoe say my shit jam

Tryna had the spot lit like these diamonds on my wrist

Throw the set up in my pic

Youngest nigga of the clique

But I gets it in, collect Benjamins and all of his friends

I don't follow rules I just break them in

Catch me mobbing down your block

In that Maybach Benz

Clean as a whistle, everything I do official

In love with money and pistols

Hunting for macs, the [?] is in my back

I'm here just talking these facts

[Chorus: T.Y.]

Imma keep it real

I won't never fold

Imma stay a G

Sticking to the code

[Verse 2: Fendi P]

I'm trill as I wanna

Hundred spokes bending corners

Regal candy gold it complements that Daytona

Rolex diamonds rhyme seller

This Margiela kinda weather

I'm so G still got Iceberg with the Snoopy on the sweater

I seen shit I ain't never saw

I hear shit I ain't never heard

Just to ball on them bitches like when Ricky touched that bird

Up my dope since [?] served

Slam them sixes on the curb

New kicks was all I wanted

Now my bitch and whip is foreign

Counting money till the morning

Trapping out the apartments

Secret stash compartments

Transpo, extortion

We the illest niggas

You niggas shoulda been aborted

Sold my life to the streets the devil couldn't afford it

[Chorus: T.Y.]

Imma keep it real

I won't never fold

Imma stay a G

Sticking to the code

Imma keep it real

I won't never fold