(Chorus)
Walk in the spot its lit
We totin' all kinds of shit
& put on ya mans if you really winnin'
cause he looking dry on chip
& put on ya B.M. cause she steady asking'
for plays & askin' for licks
Yea, From c.M. to P.M. I get it
Huh, This shit is as real as it gets

(Verse 1)
I was the same young nigga that looked for a chance but nobody'd give it
I was just like 16 I quit out the acting, I couldn't fuck wit' it
I knew that I would be a legend but some of these niggas ain't got it in em
I knew they couldn't fuck wit' my presence but some of these niggas just don't listen
Got me a pound & then I flipped it
Got this bad bitch in my mentions talking about she got a nigga for real but that ain't none of my business
Got me a pound & then I flipped it
Got this bad bitch in my mentions talking about she got a nigga for real but that ain't none of my business
(Yea), Im trappin' out to the extreme
Im seeing every increment
I had to get out & spread my wings
My niggas is not innocent
Nigga I aint rockin' no robin jeans
cll cmiri on my fit
I tell my lil whoadie fall back off the lean
He gotta' make it to see his kids (for real)

(Chorus)
Walk in the spot its lit
We totin' all kinds of shit
& put on ya mans if you really winnin'
cause he looking dry on chip
& put on ya B.M. cause she steady asking'
for plays & askin' for licks
Yea, From c.M. to P.M. I get it
Huh, This shit is as real as it gets

(Verse 2)
She wanna' fuck wit the niggas who come wit' the racks
but she ain't got shit (huh)
cll these niggas plottin' I switch up the route when I head to the crib (yea)
I had to switch up the body, the kit, the wrap, for real for real!
Bitch and I couldn't even eat
I had to make it without a deal
I had to pop it & pop these seals
She wanna' cash out & pop these pills
I had all these niggas lookin' when I cashed out with no deal
She fuck wit' my music its giving her thrills
Forever in debt until I got a Mill
My lil whoadie come spazzin' I tell em to chill
Forever in debt until I got a Mill
(Yea), Im trappin' out to the extreme
Im seeing every increment
I had to get out & spread my wings
My niggas is not innocent
Nigga I aint rockin' no robin jeans
cll cmiri on my fit
I tell my lil whoadie fall back off the lean
He gotta' make it to see his kids (for real)

(Chorus)
Walk in the spot its lit
We totin' all kinds of shit
& put on ya mans if you really winnin'
cause he looking dry on chip
& put on ya B.M. cause she steady asking'
for plays & askin' for licks
Yea, From c.M. to P.M. I get it
Huh, This shit is as real as it gets