text: Lyrics from Live Performances
  That she wrote
  Speech to the young, speech to the progress toward
  Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the son-slappers
  The self-soilers, the harmony-hushers
  Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be night
  Serve, flex I do work six Im like Mike
  Hes out of sight, woo, you done got me piped
  Two-man like Ike, six out the spot 
  Into the night
  Yeah, Im shakin the drop 
  Im still up on top 
  I been have the bop 
  The devil my opp, couldnt pay me to stop 
  Couldnt pay me to— 
  We gon raise our day, I done praised God
  That we been on bayside on the side of 85 with the pipe
  Serve, flex I do work, six Im like Mike, into the night
  Yeah, this life Im livin 
  All the advice been tipped in 
  Gave me that grip, no slippin 
  Out of my mind, went trippin 
  Tell me take two when Im on one 
  That lookout like no one 
  Kept it real tight like yo son 
  Yeah 
  We gon raise our way out the grave, dawg
  When we movin, shake off, watch us walk our graveyard, back to life
  Serve, fallin in worth, see with no sight, into the night
  Huh, lets get right, huh
  Bitch, I pop like type, huh
  And you know Im proud of my type, huh
  Prada bag, nigga, put that Prada and get me right, huh
  Takin cash nigga, pay in Prada, not payin in type
  Huh, pay me twice
  Still on side, huh, still outside
  Bitch, I just, huh, still outside, huh, still outside
  Tame Imp—, Tame Impala, nigga
  Tame Impala, stay outside, huh
  And Im still outside, Im still outside, still outside, huh
  Lets get right, huh, lets get right, uh, lets get right, uh, huh
  Lets get right, lets get , lets get right
  Lets get , lets get—
  Look at new scenes, I opened my life
  Im subject to memes
  I signed a few niggas, I polished their dreams
  An angel on earth from under my wing
  Stop runnin to publish us, nigga
  They publish the headlines and say the wrong things
  Yall treat your Lord and Savior like renters insurance, you know what I mean?
  Bada the bada the boom
  I bada the boom, I bada the bing
  I need a new girl, my old one was mean
  I had to let go, forgave all them people that came to my shows
  I channel the bad bitches, all in abode
  I tell em to trust, I tell em the turbulence came with the life
  I gathered my sinners and asked if Im right, lets get
  I just get right, bitch, huh
  Lets get right, lets get right, lets get right 
  Aint on sight, its on sight
  I dont know you, you, you, you, its on sight
  I dont know you, you, you, you , lets get right
  Ayy, I love my niggas on Channel 5
  I dont channel ten til it go time
  Used to throw up my Uncles spaghetti
  Been totin totes since before I was ready
  Back when my momma told me that I was challenged
  That single black woman, you know that she petty
  I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars
  I put that in totals, reverse out the gate
  I gotta, I gotta put on the Virgil one time
  I snort the powder with magic one time
  I know some white people servin no time
  I got a thing for me
  Doin for pray for me, doin it for the ones dyin
  I wanna do it for all the ones cryin
  I wanna, uh, uh, uh, lets get right, huh