text: Ayy, yeah yeah
  Ooh, ayy
  Nigga, Im the one in fact, I put my town on my back
  Theyd rather see me broke but Im thumbin through a sack
  They never show me love, I dont know how to react
  So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats
  I came up from the bottom, I aint even gotta lie
  I scream, fuck a job, I dont do no suit and ties
  Im always with the guys, rollin dope, gettin high
  If a nigga think Im lackin then hes in for a surprise
  Smokin Pump 93, thats that fire flame
  Shawty say she fuckin with me, I dont know her name
  Niggas beefin over bitches, they some fuckin lames
  Shawty wanna take a picture wearin all my chains
  In Morgantown, hit the club, blowin hella dubs
  And Ima turn his girl down if she aint tryna fuck
  And niggas hate but when they see me tryna dap me up
  I got my brothers with me, they be on that savage stuff
  Two pills in the hills with a foreign jawn
  Shawty say she really love me but I know she dont
  Countin money, layin low, the type of shit Im on
  She like the way I freak a beat and how I make a song
  And Ima always be that nigga, they dont understand it
  Crash Bandicoot in the whip, Im a bandit
  Fuck her good, before she go she make me a sandwich
  She call my phone like beat it up, I come and do the damage
  Niggas talkin like they know me, they dont really know me
  I be ballin left hand up, I hit the Ginobili
  Twenty-four step back, they thought I was Kobe
  Im to myself, I cant trust you, you is not my homie
  And every time I wake up I see some fuck shit
  Check my phone, roll my dope, start the function
  Nowadays everybody so reluctant
  I cant blame you, got no time for that fuck shit
  Cause I remember back then, mobbin on the low
  We still hustle, we still grind, I aint never goin broke
  I got people talkin down on me like I wouldnt know
  I confront them every time and they mad cause they get exposed
  Boy you know we got it goin on, my niggas gotta eat
  Ill be damned if Ima starve so we can take it to the streets
  Niggas foldin under pressure, swear these rap niggas weak
  I aint changin for nobody, when you switch you get deceased
  And I aint gotta flex, I got money in the stash
  You say she hard to break, bro, I already smashed
  2017, I need a Rari, do the dash
  The real gon survive and the fake will never last
  I pull up in that coupe, Ima flex with your ho
  I swear Ill never fold, on my brothers thats a no
  We smoke it by the O, get the package for the low
  Westwood with the flow, countin up my C notes
  Nigga, Im the one in fact, I put my town on my back
  Theyd rather see me broke but Im thumbin through a sack
  They never show me love, I dont know how to react
  So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats
  I came up from the bottom, I aint even gotta lie
  I scream, Fuck a job, I dont do no suit and ties
  Im always with the guys, rollin dope, gettin high
  If a nigga think Im lackin then hes in for a surprise
  Smokin Pump 93, thats that fire flame
  Shawty say she fuckin with me, I dont know her name
  Niggas beefin over bitches, they some fuckin lames
  Shawty wanna take a picture wearin all my chains
  Yeah yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
  Yeah yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
  Yeah yeah, ayy, yeah yeah, ayy
  Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah ayy, ayy