(Ay, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
(Mello made it right)

Roast these niggas up, ghost these problems
Mostly toolied up goons, ghost, and goblins
Nah, mostly bougie stuff, don't see problems
Know she said she was, but no, she wasn't
Yeah, posted hoodied up, yeah, Gucci bottoms
Yeah, yeah, she lookin' sweet, but lowkey rotten (haha)
Yeah, soldiers Uzi'd up, best know we got them
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, but lowkey Gotham (smashin')
He's in the back (yeah), he got the massive Glock (yeah)
He's on the left side, squeezin' the Macintosh (mmh, yeah)
Hollow man's back (yeah), you know that I'm back on top
And everyone eats (yeah), and that's when the rations stop (yeah, yeah)
You sound offense (offense), you gettin' me tense (me tense)
Now go get my money, my twenty percent (jheeze)
Big movies over there, best know we shot them (shot them)
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, plus

Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin' from the bottom, scratchin' pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before
Duckin' from the law
Hopin' that forever comes, knowin' this is life
But only life that we saw
Pistols in a drawer, Cocaine in a corner pocket
Hopin' that you know we been through all this before

I do not fuck with nobody, I do not have me no friends
I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so, if I love you, depends
I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin' the prints
I did the math, the graph
and givin' you half ain't makin' no sense
I'm still real, and I'm still screamin', "Brook-Brooklyn"
Grey scene and that good book
Dope game in my co-vein, so Cocaine in my cookbook
Dark skin in my snow-white
I think it's a good look
Picked up where you left off
and I gave back what the hood took

So, callin' it now, next year I'm takin' a Grammy
Usually Sheniqua exclusive
tonight I'm just thinkin' 'bout takin' an Addy
And they just know I'm the king
so, I'm just takin' a niney
Niggas'll back out their pack, I'm relaxed
out the sack like I'm takin' a Xanny
Man's on a crusade ting
niggas'll aim at your head and they come for your top
on a toupee ting
Bitches'll play with your heart
just a bopper, 'cause they on a 2K ting
I'll tell a bad bitch to kick it and push it
and skate on a Lupe ting
If it is black, then I'm black and I'm black and I'm back on a D'USSE ting

Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin' from the bottom, scratchin' pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before
Duckin' from the law
Hopin' that forever comes, knowin' this is life
But only life that we saw
Pistols in a drawer, Cocaine in a corner pocket
Hopin' that you know we been through all this before