Yeah, uh
Don't get me started, bro (Don't get me started)
I'm in this bitch like common colds (Common colds)
I'm in this shit, life not a joke
See, I'm in this shit, y'all not as dope (Not as dope)
Mother called, sayin', "Cousin called
Sayin', 'Cuz, you been goin' off for sure'" (For sure)
I ain't even get unlocked, I been in this box
I been tryna start this ho (Start this ho)
When it came to feelin' pain, I was too enslaved
It was gettin' hard to cope (Hard to cope)
Money wasn't even stayin', I was sendin' prayers
Thinkin' He forgot them hoes (Forgot them hoes)
Lookin' up like, "Damn, bro
You don't see us in the hood dodgin' smoke?
And I ain't got a lot to show
And you ain't even lock the door" (Why you lock the door?)
I came in, rolled here with the same friends
Low-key, didn't shake hands
Both feet when I stay ten toes down
Look at what I made here (Made here)
Me and Mavi in the same gear
Niggas was concerned
Now we come serve out when the pay near (Yeah)
It's a great year like, yeah
I thought I was tweakin' a second
Then remembered I'm me and I'm steady
The man in the mirror the one that I'm scared of
I escape with a dose and a snare drum
I'm in need of a walkin' on air, love
I'm the Tin Man
Left some hurt that I know she won't get past
Memories with Omavi a gift bag
Or a party favor, I'll call you later
Bars at the start of the conversation
Once I make a few million, I'm sittin' down
Afraid of the looks I been gettin' lately
Only tellin' my girl when I get in town
Niggas got killed for much less than I got
Niggas got killed for much less than I show
I'm never leavin' my weapon at home
Charlotte kids eatin' off steps that I show
I'll probably never get credit for those
I'm probably better off lettin' it go
Salas my brother, LaMelo and Zo
Know that he got it from seven to go
All that you gettin' is pressure and cold
Diamonds, baby
We gon' get it by the book
Crook or the slimy way
Vines climbin' pavement, Mavi
Don't get me— (Don't get me started)
Don't get me— (Don't get me started)
Don't get me— (Don't get me started)
Don't get me— (Don't get me started)
Don't get me— (Don't get me started)
Don't get me— (Don't get me started)
Don't get me— (Don't get me started)
Don't get me
Don't get me started (Don't get me started)
Don't get me started (Don't get me started)
Don't get me started (Don't get me started)
Don't get me started (Don't get me started)
Don't get me started (Don't get me started)
Yeah, huh, don't get me started, I am a genius
Me and Omavi like Jay with the Yeezys 'fore he went crazy
Scorin' like Sage, he scorin' like we in the box
And we ragin', singin' and dancin'
Niggas had all these unlimited chances, fuck
I'm on that gettin' new fans and stuff
I'm trippin' and flippin' like Samson, bruh
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
They want me to fall, but I can't give up
They wanted my all, I gave 'em that shit
They wanted my swag, I gave 'em a kit
They wanted to brag, I gave 'em a Drake beat
They was mad I ain't chase it and Drake beef
I'm on top of this shit and you waist deep
I'm on top of this shit and you—, ayy, damn
I was trippin'
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