[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
03 (Yeah)
Kodak Black
We got real troopers out there (Yeah)
Don't get caught wit lil weird n***as not built like me (Yeah)
Ya feel me?
Get it on your own, get it how you live n***a
Them yo kids man (Yeah)

[Chorus]
These n***as ain't built like me (Yeah yeah)
These n***as don't keep it real like me (Yeah yeah)
Fuck n***as ain't down to kill like me (Yeah yeah)
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Me)
These n***as ain't built like me (Built like me)
These n***as don't keep it real like me (Real like me)
Fuck n***as ain't down to kill like me
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Bust that Prada down, my shooter roll the weed (MacMilly)
One hand on the wheel, one hand holding the heat (It's on my family)
N***as used to laugh at me, I was walking on my feet's (Why)
I still had them bad bitches, used to buy me all my sneaks (Ay)
Some hoes walked past me, used to say I was a creep (Ay)
So I copywrote that shit and made a label with some beats (Ay)
Did this shit all by myself, this how you make it out the streets
I'm not a bitch, a snitch, a hoe, you couldn't make it out of me
My lil hottie count blue hundreds, Poo Poo won the lottery (Ooh)
I ain't trippin if you fuckin, just don't ever lie to me (The way I do)
Yeah I know I'm a lil crazy, like my daddy used to be
Every time I'm getting fly, I be like daddy rest in peace (Ay)
He in the mirror, and I swear to God he watching over me
I'm a real street n***a, I make all of y'all look weak (Everybody weak)
03, every time I say my name I bang my streets (Grape Street)
Whatcha done for my lil homies, boy fuck whatcha done for me
I ain't trippin (Oh)
[Chorus]
These n***as ain't built like me (On my Crippin)
These n***as don't keep it real like me (On my pimpin)
Fuck n***as ain't down to kill like me (Yeah yeah)
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Ay ay feel like me)
These n***as ain't built like me (Built like me)
These n***as don't keep it real like me (Real like me)
Fuck n***as ain't down to kill like me (Nah)
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Uh)

[Verse 2]
My lil n***a weigh 130 keep it G (Free da mob)
Only reason this M40 couldn't heat (That's on God)
Free my lil brother, gotta free my Fucca Flea (Free da mob)
No I don't want these nasty hoes, gon' get them far from me
Bitch I'm 100, you can put your trust in me (Put your trust)
Bitch I'm 3hunna, but don't rap with Chief Keef (Shoutout 4)
But if I met him, I'd go platinum with Chief Keef
The projects in me might go platinum with the teeth (Yeah yeah)
Fuck it go gold, match the logo on my piece (Golden Grenade)
That's my company, fuck with the faculty (Golden Grenade)
That gold grenade like that lil tank on Master P
I'm like Birdman but this a G, this ain't a B
On my Crippin (Crippin)

[Chorus]
These n***as ain't built like me (No)
These n***as don't keep it real like me (They don't keep it real)
Fuck n***as ain't down to kill like me (They ain't kill)
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Oh)
These n***as ain't built like me (Built like me)
These n***as don't keep it real like me (Real like me)
Fuck n***as ain't down to kill like me
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me