(Leo, flip the beat, yo)

I can't deny what I did with the bitch
Maison Margiela's, I got it from Kith
Different type of nigga they say I'm diff
Fresh out a shootout, they hop in the Lyft
Police came by when I wasn't in the crib
Ain't no denying, I know what I did
She can't deny what she did for the weed
Call for a bitch, just swallow my kids
I done did dirt in the streets I regret it
You ain't got money, could play with your credit
I am a addict, I do not regret it
I gave him a gun and he shooting like Reddick
Bad bitch, yeah I got a fetish
105 thou' just for the Patek
Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it
(Never tell niggas I love I love I ain't)

Off of them drugs, he boot up
You run in the club, he shoot up
I come from the mud, I'm too up
They didn't show me love, I grew up
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I'm too much

Sport car, how is you cruise? (Let's get it)
I gave you my love, you abused it (let's get it)
Your nigga ain't shit, he a goofy (he a doofus)
Give him a check, he'll shoot him ruthless
Look at this car, this bitch be zooming, zoom
Metro Booming, boom
Why you say shit that you won't do? (Let's get it)
I can't imagine going back broke
You will stay rich when you claim you poor
You broke my heart, but you play him, you know
It is what it is, you know what you know
I am the realest, for real, fasho
If bro nem gon' turn up with bows, let's go
We could just never fallout 'bout a ho
That shit is lame, it hurt me the most

Off of them drugs, he boot up
You run in the club, he shoot up
I come from the mud, I'm too up
They didn't show me love, I grew up
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I'm too much

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Writer(s): Durk Banks, John Wesley Lucas, Roshwita Bacha