(Danny)
Why the fuck they put my business on the blogs?
Sisters know they never gotta get a job
Brodie said he rather spin shit and rob
Damn, dawg, he ain't playin', dawg
That's your plan, dawg?
This your man, dawg, fuck both of them, I want 'em all gone

Shit been gettin' shaky, I'm stayin' where I'm safe at
Couple spots, I don't know where I stay at
Why would you play and you know we don't play that?
Flippin' words when you know I ain't say that
I been good, so I'm guessin' it's payback
Smokin' 'Woods in the back of the Maybach
I'm the hero, so they gotta face that
Hit Dior, where the fuck is my cape at?
I'm on a other one, bought another cup, then another one
Bank account like I just won a settlement
Sippin Wock', I'm addicted to medicine
Pockets on elephant, large
I get two pretty women to come kick it with me at the penthouse, we have a ménage
I go in any nigga city, bunch of killers with me everybody got a rod
Swear I'll nod off 'fore I fall off, this that drank talk, oh yeah
Fifteen foreign cars when I pop out, I run ATL
When I get old, I might have back problems, these Cuban links big as hell
I done fucked M's up with these lawyers tryna get my niggas outta jail
Five hundred racks for a bond, do whatever for brodie, we came up from cars that was stolen
Before it drop I'ma have it, on top of this fashion, I'm stayin' in touch with the owners
You stab me right in my back when you could've just asked what happened, when you be disloyal
We sharin' all of this shit, from the money, the cars, to the hoes, it don't matter the order
One of my niggas got out and another one in, so I'm gettin' sick and tired of that order
I see you drownin', I'm comin' to help you, I'm riskin' it all, I'ma die in that water
I'm rich as fuck, I can do what I wanna
Came over sober, she left here a stoner
She know she fell asleep inside the condo
But I fuck her like I'm fresh up off the corner

I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways
Poppin' half a half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now? Okay
Tell him don't play with you, okay
I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too
I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I'll show and prove
I'm the one and not the two, yeah
Lot of money on you now, yeah
Shit together, gotta count, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah
Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah
You can't sit and wait around, yeah
Gotta get up and get out, yeah
You gotta get this shit now, yeah

I got a Cullinan 'cause I just wanted one
I run up a check and look out for my brother son
I asked did he trick and that nigga was stutterin'
I knew him for years and he don't know my government
You can't come around if you keep on recordin' me
I'm trappin', you trappin', that shit be a tournament
Voice of the trenches, and I can be a journalist
I pour up a cup with the niggas who murderin'
But I ain't gon' hold you, nigga had told what I told
Niggas be usin' emotions, sayin' I'm bogus
I was just down on my back, I couldn't send cash, I wrote you
My brother did ten, got out of jail, I'm glow
I take care of my block how I'm 'posed to
I'm done fuckin' hoes who local
Pop me a ten and ain't feel it
I gotta go boot up them doses
Asked can I leave them streets alone?
Bro went to jail, and I got him a phone
Just 'cause he think 'cause he lost his motion
My brother think he ain't comin' home
Fentanyl and felonies, gettin' you gone
I switch on a nickel, I feel like a stone
The niggas who died, I'll never respond
I'm slappin' the bitches who don't listen to Von

I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways
Poppin' half a half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now? Okay
Tell him don't play with you, okay
I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too
I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I'll show and prove
I'm the one and not the two, yeah
Lot of money on you now, yeah
Shit together, gotta count, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah
Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah
You can't sit and wait around, yeah
Gotta get up and get out, yeah
You gotta get this shit now, yeah

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Daniel Delgado Hernandez, Dominique Jones, Durk D. Banks