(Hook)
You can't tell me sh*t b*tch
I already know im the sh*t b*tch
Young n*gga living like a rockstar
Hell yea my life lit
Like a can of pringles I stack a lot of chips
I just left my b*tch and got a badder b*tch
I be in the hood with my savages
I be counting up like its calculus
Lowkey fell in love with the activist
I ain't average im extravagant
n*ggas know im rockin they know what time it is
I told mom dukes that we go be rich
Still the same n*gga I could never switch
Keep some blue faces but im not a crip
I can pimp a hoe but im not a pimp
I used to be broke
But thank God im fixed
(Verse)
I start getting money
And start losing friends
My junkies my #1 fan
Its by any means to feed my fam
I bet you i'll run up them bands
I be so high I dont know when i'll land
South Tryon USA
b*tch we going worldwide its time to expand
Its only plug n*ggas and killer n*ggas in my camp
See I do not have a heart
And I do not need a transplant
Most my life I was misunderstood
I dont think that you'll ever understand
Used to post up on the block
Just like Kevin Durant
Now im tryna get a crib by the water & sand
f*ck is you saying
(Verse)
I always run to the money
Hell yea I got good cardio
Still a up on a n*gga
Just like Super Mario
Keep it real at all times
sh*t n*gga thats really all I know
Been a real n*gga you can check my portfolio
I star was born November 4th
Hell yea b*tch ima Scorpio
Everything I drop is flames
My new sh*t surely scorching bro
Dollar signs the only key that opens every f*cking door
Whatever you need boy we got it for the low
Trap always open yea its never closed
Who real & who fake only time will show
Until then its just me and my pole
Book a n*gga for a show
And i'll straight up rock n roll
I guess you can blame where im from but
Im sorry I can't trust a soul
Rappers be so lame they got sell they souls
City made me how I am ,,
My heart is so cold
(Hook)
You can't tell me sh*t b*tch
I already know im the sh*t b*tch
Young n*gga living like a rockstar
Hell yea my life lit
Like a can of pringles I stack a lot of chips
I just left my b*tch and got a badder b*tch
I be in the hood with my savages
I be counting up like its calculus
Lowkey fell in love with the activist
I ain't average im extravagant
n*ggas know im rockin they know what time it is
I told mom dukes that we go be rich
Still the same n*gga I could never switch
Keep some blue faces but im not a crip
I can pimp a hoe but im not a pimp
I used to be broke
But thank God im fixed