text: Ayy, ayy
  I aint foldin under pressure, I aint switchin for no ho
  I aint talkin to no cop and I aint tellin on my bros
  Aint no killer, but dont push me, fingers itchin on that pole
  Niggas plottin on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
  Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
  Now Im eatin steak and shrimp, bitch, I aint eatin sloppy joe
  Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
  Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo
  Shawty wanna fuck me cause a nigga wearin gold
  I came up and made it happen, I was trappin by the store
  Big dope inside this Backwood case this nigga want smoke
  Do me dirty, Ima find you, lay your ass out on the floor
  Nineteen with a bag, I got rich by myself
  Rather do this shit alone, I wasnt askin for no help
  They keep askin how Im winnin with the cards that I was dealt
  Boy, I worked hard for this seat and I aint bucklin my belt
  Call my brother on the phone, he said, Broski, you a star
  I said, Brother, hold it down soon well all be livin large
  And its crazy how last year was sellin coke out my garage
  Now Im in a good position for this life, cant sabotage
  I aint foldin under pressure, I aint switchin for no ho
  I aint talkin to no cop and I aint tellin on my bros
  Aint no killer, but dont push me, fingers itchin on that pole
  Niggas plottin on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
  Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
  Now Im eatin steak and shrimp, bitch, I aint eatin sloppy joe
  Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
  Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo
  I got tattoos on my face, I use that shit as motivation
  I could never get a job, so for my dream, Im dedicated
  For a second lost myself, I was too busy gettin faded
  Now they see me out in public and be knowin what my name is
  All these rappers want the clout and the life of bein famous
  I just wanna be stable, tell my family we made it
  I was comin for my spot, a young nigga had to be patient
  Now Im runnin up these bands, can hit the island for vacation
  Ive been shittin on my haters, you could say Im constipated
  Five racks on this fit just to stunt while Im in Vegas
  Gnarcotic on my body, shout out to my nigga Caleb
  Young niggas got the cake up, now these bitches wanna date us
  I aint foldin under pressure, I aint switchin for no ho
  I aint talkin to no cop and I aint tellin on my bros
  Aint no killer, but dont push me, fingers itchin on that pole
  Niggas plottin on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
  Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
  Now Im eatin steak and shrimp, bitch, I aint eatin sloppy joe
  Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
  Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo