You brought it, then turn it up, nigga
Yeah, uh

Living through it, making music
I found my sound, I'm faithful to it
Suits couldn't beat me to it
Couldn't make me do it, couldn't play me stupid
I got a homie overseas hooping
He cold enough to be in the league, but you know how the hood is
He one foot in the court and one foot on the street
That can't be (It can't be)
Picture painted perfectly, then blame me
Can't help but to vividly describe the shit I see
Capital OG
Shorty was on her period, she still delivered the sloppy
I killed the game and got off scot-free
Not a scratch on the Maserati
This ain't that new shit, this that '80s model, larger body
52 millimeter Jacob if I'm not mistaken
You was too young when these dropped, you probably had to fake one
This ain't the same, I'm legendary, you just a lame
Mainstreamers bit the style and act like they forgot my name
When people asked 'em how
I don't call 'em out, still bubbling, never fell off
They check to see if they still got my number, fuck 'em
Recipe to my sauce, they need that help with the hustling
Longevity, we endurance runners
My Bapes 2006, the silhouette different
Always been the shit, I never yelled about it
She let me hit 'cause I'm legit and I don't tell nobody
What she do, she anonymous, though I rap about her
Up in the morning watering my flowers while setting some on fire
After emptying my grinder
You can't fuck with me, just let this be a reminder
You could have her back if you find her, homie, and I ain't hiding

Italian leather chairs in the crib, I can't hold you
Views of the ocean while I'm sitting back smoking
Move how I wanna 'cause my pockets keep growing
House in Arizona with the lemonade mimosa
Elevate, gotta go hard, fuck a handout
Show you what this life 'bout, deeper than the internet
It was roaches in the house, now the whole family blessed
I know I can do better, so I'm thinking, "what's next?"
Whip after fucking whip, M after fucking M
I was nineteen pulling up in something, that was him
Hit the block twice before I park, you know it's politics
Still moving like I sell work, I got a life to live

Uh, yeah
Man, numbers, man
Jet Life, TFM

You gon' take that chance with me?
That's all the time I got left

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Daniel Alan Maman, Shante Franklin