I’m hoping that you got my back man
Treated like a thirties black man out here
Got a couple pay checks pending
But I don’t save up, I spend it

Now a little hoe feel important
I should photobomb that Canon
Pull up, full outfit Denim
All of my medals I bit 'em

Went in for a painful neck
Got out of there with no appendix
I used to have to finish the spinach
Now momma like: "stop that greenish shit"

Need a bigger record like Guinness
I would ball out, but the rent is due
Write a lot of sad shit, pen is blue
They like: "is it all real?"
Yeah it’s true

Swipe a right, n***a need a match
Pull up with the with and smash
Water water on my cash
It don’t matter, this shit plastic n***a
All of my money plastic
I don’t hit it n***a, I blast it
Smoke that weed to keep me passive n***a