作曲 : Chivez Smith

作词 : Chivez Smith

(Tre Tre)

Okay, that piano shit, that piano shit, that ** healing

Yeah

Ayy

Yeah, I been sippin' syrup (Yeah)

See a real *** when I look in the mirror (Mirror)

Jumped right off the porch and I hopped in the field (Yeah)

Tryna make it count for all my ***s like the census bureau

Shit, hide the pain with the ***, I got mixed emotions (Got mixed emotions)

Ain't got time for givin' up 'cause I'm too busy focused (Focused)

Ran up in my *** crib, you know the envy potent (Yeah)

Soon as he dropped his burner by the oven, hit him with the toaster (**ed up)

Men lie, women lie, they even changin' numbers (Changin')

Got me starin' at the money, I became a monster (Monster)

Peezy only got a couple, he got banged for thuggin' (He did)

Told me he ain't trippin' on no time long as he make the summer (For real?)

I'm just starin' out the Wraith, yeah, at the raindrops

Yeah, gotta dodge these haters and the raindrops (Gotta dodge)

Thinkin' 'bout my *** Nip like look what fame got

Sick as hell they out here praisin' rats, look at the game now (Look at the game now)

Gotta keep your circle tight and your plans in motion (For real)

Seen a *** turn religious when the fans get on 'em (Yeah)

The real'll never lose they value like antique Rollies (Never)

Some ***s Crips, some throwin' up that five like a hand emoji

Shit, I lost everything and still was givin' back (I was givin' back)

Know if I make one mistake, they gon' send me back (They gon' send me back)

The police ran up in my crib and took fifty racks (Took a fifty ball)

Crazy, I done seen a *** tell and he still get a nat (Yeah)

They can't wait to catch you lackin' with your tool missin' (They can't wait)

They can't wait to see you fall off, gotta move different (They can't wait)

They can't wait to turn on homies that was cool with ya (What?)

Give you fifty years 'cause he was hustlin' by the school district (By the school district)

Gotta always keep your word, had to teach my babies (My babies)

They out here killin' real ***s, man, the streets got crazy (**ed up)

Won't ever let a *** play me, gotta eat, on 80 (Oh my God)

Told my young ***,"Find a way, 'cause the streets won't save you" (Yeah)

I don't argue with the gang 'less we money fight (Never)

Won't go to war with no *** 'less your money right (Never)

Crashin' out over a ho, he the dummy type (He a dummy)

These *** snakin' they own *** for a hundred likes (***)

I'm just starin' out the Wraith, yeah, at the raindrops (Just starin')

Yeah, gotta dodge these haters and the raindrops (Yeah)

I'm just starin' out the Wraith, yeah, at the raindrops (I'm just lookin')

Yeah, gotta dodge these haters and the raindrops

Uh, Drank God

Yeah