I be forgetting who I am, uh I'm forgetting who I am
As soon as I get back on that road that I remember all again
Lose a hundred times back until you get a win
Dohert Smith, he's at the ops before he had different gins
She fuck with OnlyFans A hundred hoes, but when I'm with her, I'm
her only man They underestimated a nigga like me, like
no he can't I don't know why they talkin' on gang when
we know he ran If there's tension and I can't stretch him,
we gon' throw these hands This year they know we winnin'
I ball like Kobe, niggas know me, we ball like Derrick Fisher
Rap game slow, we'll throw that mask on quick to come and get you
Type of life I live now, both my bitches know I'm here
And they won't go against me She like the green ones and the black ones,
got her both malicious I'm in the trenches collecting cash, giving
out loads of Whitney We had no license, we had no car, me and
She's age over us right through the ops, he almost crashed already
He turned with Puerto Rico on drills, I know he clapping plenty
Lil' bros burnt his legs, I know that shit was heavy
All them victims would be laughing, you know we got many
All them victims would be laughing, you know we got many
I forget who I am Soon as I get back on that road, then I remember
all again Lose a hundred times back until you get a win
Dohert Smith, he's at the ops before he had different gins
She fuck with only fins, a hundred hoes, but when I'm with her, I'm her only men
They underestimated a nigga like me, like no he can't
I don't know why they told him gang, when we know he ran
If there's tension and I can't stretch him, we gon' throw these hands
This shit I'm chasing will come overnight, this shit, it come with time
I know I can't be what I wanna be, I feel like Nas
I watch them niggas shed a tear every time I try to rise
Me lay flat seats all 24, ain't trying to sit behind
He don't want smoke, he an internet thug, I told him get in line
I'm off them K560s, do a trick, try and break his spine
And if there's $20 left in me, bro, get a dime
Still do this shit myself, bro, said we rich, bro, get in line
Lil' bro do that shit for free, but I still give him five
And may I do that shit for me, cause I still take that ride
Can't send replies to them online, cause we trying to get them fried
I was in the street, start industry, I ain't think about getting signed
I forget who I am Soon as I get back on that road, then I remember all again
Lose a hundred times back until you get a win
Dolan Smith, he's at the ops before we had different gins
You fuck with only fiends, a hundred hoes, but when I'm with her, I'm her only man
They underestimated a nigga like me, like, no, he can't
I don't know why they talking to him gang, when we know he real
If there's tension and I can't stretch him, we gon' throw these hands