text: Still in New Orleans, still with my partnas
  All of my exs keep track of my progress to see what I drop next
  Im in the lobby, you know its on yeah
  You know Im grown yeah
  You know wassam when I get you alone yeah, get you alone
  You just tryna hang cause Im next to blow
  And if Im taking niggas down you the first to go
  Dont need no handouts shorty Im from Hollygrove
  Tryna kick it with my lil yea and head out on the road
  I get it hot like a sauna
  All my niggas dominicana
  Im getting brain like a scholar, he tryna do me the honor
  I think Ima pop one for you, drink one for you
  Young nigga preach
  Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
  Young nigga preach
  Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
  Young nigga preach
  Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
  Young nigga preach
  Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
  Still in Los Angeles, still tryna make it all happen
  Most people wont understand it
  Lucky I got me one out here selling ships like a captain
  I am convinced that these bitches are watching my movements and writing them down
  So I stop saying words, youll just hear me on records like
  Im on my way up right
  Im damn sure not the lazy type yeah
  A new state every night
  I might just light the dank tonight yeah
  None of the mob is with the play play
  You know Ambré got folks here
  Going way way way way way
  Working hard until its pay day
  Something bout all these mixtapes
  Man they charting like albums
  Undergrounds one thing
  Stadium music is how our shit sounding
  Bitches be all in they feelings these days, all in they feelings these days
  But we got a vision, we doing this shit cause its bread to be made