Diamonds hittin' like Mayweather
Big bank like Mayweather (ice)
Broke, now I'm doin' way better
(Authentic or nothing)
Pussy boy, I'm doin' way better
(Spiffo made it, bitch)

Diamonds hittin' like Mayweather (ice)
Big bank like Mayweather
Was broke, now I'm doin' way better (Foo)
I see more money than a bank teller (huh?)
Pussy nigga, check the record (check the record)
Fifty and O, like Mayweather
Wanna lose? Let me check my schedule (huh?)
But I ain't dealin' with him
If he a broke nigga hatin' without a bezel (you're broke)
Yeah, bitch, we the clan (clan)
We'll spin a nigga like a fan (spin)
I ain't need a helpin' hand
Got it out the mud, I ain't play with sand (I ain't play with sand)
They call me the man (man)
And I'm dirty like that nigga Dan (huh?)
They tryna put me in the can (ho)
I guess I'm on the run again

Huh? (what?)
Well (huh?)
I guess I'm on the run again (again)
I ain't wanna do it (nope)
But I told them crackers gotta catch me if you can (if you can)
I just gave 'em fifty thousand cash
Now they tryna take me again (again?)
Well, I ain't goin' to the pen' (hell nah)
Bitch, I'm goin' for the win
Uh, and I'm on the run (the run)
Bitch, I'm Usain Bolt, uh (Usain)
Used to do this for fun (for fun)
Can't teach a pussy boy the ropes, yeah
Kayla just had my son (Junior)
They tried to make me miss his birth, uh (what?)
And I'm on the run (huh?)
But I was in there chillin' with the nurse (damn, damn)
And don't be a fool (fool)
They call me Foo, I ain't no fool (nope, never)
Yeah, they tryna get me (why?)
They put me all up on the news, why? (Lame)
Just for a pistol (what?)
Please don't get this shit confused (huh?)
And the bitch had a license (yup, what the fuck I'm supposed to do?)

Diamonds hittin' like Mayweather (ice)
Big bank like Mayweather
Was broke, now I'm doin' way better (Foo)
I see more money than a bank teller (huh?)
Pussy nigga, check the record (check the record)
Fifty and O, like Mayweather
Wanna lose? Let me check my schedule (huh?)
But I ain't dealin' with him
If he a broke nigga hatin' without a bezel (you're broke)
Yeah, bitch, we the clan (clan)
We'll spin a nigga like a fan (spin)
I ain't need a helpin' hand
Got it out the mud, I ain't play with sand (I ain't play with sand)
They call me the man (man)
And I'm dirty like that nigga Dan (huh?)
They tryna put me in the can (ho)
I guess I'm on the run again

Uh, damn
Should I go or should I run?
I just wanna see my son
Crackers call my phone, tell me that I'm done
I ain't did shit to nobody, all this bullshit for a gun
And I'm the kings on these boys
These crackers out here tryna treat me like a pawn
Uh, and I'm on the run, but I keep good smoke, yeah
Za' in my lung, and that Wock' down my throat, yeah
And I'm on the run, but I still make that dough (ah)
Crackers thought they was smart
Yeah, they tried to fuck up my dough (ah)
My bitch, she the baddest
The biggest and we drive the fastest (yeah)
They thought that they had me
But I'm swifter, nigga, than a rabbit
And I got the cabbage
You don't believe a nigga? Check my carats (ah)
Fifty thousand dollar cash bond
That shit there ain't do no damage

(This is Authentic)

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Writer(s): Kwame Khalil Brown, Lavonte Powers