[Verse 1]
Melrose I spend real stacks
These days I feel blessed fam
Started at sallies on broad street
Now a yam yams chilling fair fax
Talk to me an ill air ya
Hearing my city like wheres that
Most of my fam got locked for violence
Some of my day ones would scare ya
Real life and I’m dreaming
Whiskeys got my mind fuzzy
N***as changing like seasons
Thats why I’m springing from everybody
You think the summers for everybody
Thats why you n***as should fuck off from me
All of you n***as are carbon copies
I trust the money not anybody
Real life master, rose like Amber
I’m like sway I’ve got no answers
Don’t ask shit I’ve got no manners
I drop bangers, nail and hammer
Jumping level and upping the standard
I’m a g and it's eazy not random
Got mom mad when I lived in the house hold
Writing on walls like a brain dead vandal
No more pretending I ended it
Better forget it
Like most of your sentences
Taking heads off
Yes I’m lyrically beheading bitches
I’m switching positions
And burning these bridges
I don’t even need em
Walk the water like jesus
Air connected not sea sick
Stick to the plan like adhesive
May you don’t know me, it's just me and my homies we don’t like informers
My pockets are chunky and I’m still so hungry I’ve got a disorder
I'm so paranoid about all the racks that we done racked up in last quarter
Turnt with the squad roll out with 20 new whips got us looking like transformers
[Chorus]
So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up
Two g's for my belt n***a doesn’t even keep my pants up
I’m doing just fine don’t phone me up I won’t answer
I do this shit for the vibe, you're not bad or a gangsta

[Verse 2]
Always getting what I want
Me and all my day ones
Passing n***as way in front
Second really ain't for us
I do this shit for the vibe
Scarlxrd put me on
Pen to pad connect the dots
Got it all at 21
Deprived and violent
Suffer in silence
This tridents got heads on it
Hey like violet
I'm not 21 pilots
Fuck what people think
I don’t care what people think
Timberlake remove the fakes my rocking body stays in sync
I’m dishing it out like my head's in the sink

[Chorus]
So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up
Two g's for my belt n***a doesn’t even keep my pants up
I’m doing me just fine don’t phone me up I won’t answer
I do this shit for the vibe, you're not bad or a gangsta