[Chorus] x2
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda, man are banging out
Man are banging out

[Verse 1]
Suttin’ like yo, just peek your chest
You ain’t on smoke and it don’t make sense like
Yo, I ain’t seen him in fields
It was me, AP, they ain’t seen it like we like
Yo, R.I.P. AP, brodie crodie, yeah my heart still bleeds like
Yo, better fuck out my face and that, take no cheek from patties
Yo, money dealt with drillas
So much love for them cyatties, trust no baddie
Most them gyal dem chatty
King Khan never did it gyali, all need is cali
Puff that down, get money
Hit that strip all bummy, so silently
Roll so silently
Them can never be me, I’m a different breed

[Chorus] x4
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda, man are banging out
Man are banging out
All the ghosts on my back are wilder than before

[Verse 2]
Look
The return on of Mansa, I ain’t playin’ games when I say I’m ‘ssiah
I return like Simba, fought all greatness to take my kingdom
I come from a place where feds label you gang-related
So if you look like me, somehow you’re just gang-related
See mileage, it was so pricey
Reload the game repeatedly
How many nerds tried me? Strike again and again phy-si-cal-ly
Young, dark I'm with stripes, claim my attitude so they created lies
How many times they tried it? Try again and again, but I’m still alive

[Chorus] x4
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda, man are banging out
Man are banging out

All the ghosts on my back are wilder than before