[Intro]
What?
Run it up
Drank God
Check, n***a
Ayy, Breed, I'ma jump on this bitch (Drakey gang, n***a)
We gon' jump down, n***a, ayy
Yeah (What?)

[Verse]
Said I was done with the game, now I'm back in it (Yeah)
It was over for a minute, now I'm back winnin' (Bitch)
We too heavy with this paper, n***as act timid
My raps like an empty closet, ain't no cap in it (Nope)
Fuck that young money, we got Carter money (Big paper)
Left the stove on and left the water runnin' (Skrrt)
Letter to the rap game, bitch, I'm the hardest comin'
At the mall, tell your bitch that I bought her somethin' (Hah)
Ridin' Bentley, tan seats like a Butterfinger
Brodie always droppin' shit, he got butterfingers (Yeah)
Thigh pad in my pocket 'bout a hundred meters
I just only fuck and keep it movin', heard you wanna keep her (N***as goofy)
Fuck would make you n***as think we not different? (Fuck)
You want the clout, I want the pape', we even plot different
They goin' up like 5G and I got stock in it (5G)
Went to jail and I got shot, bitch, I'm a hot n***a (Ghetto boy)
Know a n***a doin' ten pickin' up his phone (Real)
Know a n***a that got twenty gettin' on the road (Real)
My dog doin' two flat 'cause he had a pole
And I know some n***as that went free because they fuckin' told (Fuckin' told)
Did a little time, that was baby work (Yeah)
Runnin' n***as right up top, where that paperwork? (Where that work, n***a?)
When it wasn't enough, bitch, we made it work (Make it work)
Told my n***as I'ma put 'em on, I gotta make it first (Gang shit)
Never shed a tear 'less my daughter made me (Made me)
Bitch, I'm plugged on every end like starter cables (For real)
N***a took a lot of losses, but it hardly fazed me
When you on your own time, n***as call you lazy
Sellin' hard like the— MIA, that's my baby
Yeah, I fuck with Wavy Gang, bitch, I'm part of the Navy
I go hard for my babies, you go hard for your ratings
I be in my own lane, bitch, I ain't part of no race (I ain't part of no race)
I'ma win either way, shit, I started with options (Yeah)
Used to move around hatin', bitch, you part of the problem (Part of the problem)
Iced Up in Birmingham, bitch, I party with mobsters
Heard the feds bookin' n***as like they part of a college (What?)
I just cashed another check, time to lawyer up (Yeah)
Money long as Beacon Field, n***a, warrant up (Warrant up, n***a)
Wrist froze, need a heat, still ain't warm enough
Fuck n***as, I ain't lockin' in 'less we pourin' up, ugh
[Outro]
Keep it like that (Letter to the rap game)
We ain't lockin' in, n***a (Drank God)
Real street shit, what?