[Verse 1]
Back on my sh**, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young n***a sittin’ comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, “Get these n***as,” so I’ma get ’em dog
One house, ten b**hes, that how I’m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
If she don’t f**, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
Let’s get back to this real sh** a n***a been through
All that sh** they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t f** with the press
Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, n***as turn clowns
Go ‘head with all that fake love sh**, I know what’s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ n***as who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little n***a to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pa** out there
That’s extortion at its finest my n***a
We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my n***a
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my n***a
You and 30 n***as, 30 clips, so don’t try my n***a
Drop my own sh**, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see sh** different, now our view ain’t the same
You still stuck on that old sh**, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of sh**
No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
And it k** me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
This sh** crazy, oh my fault Brown, this sh** brazy
We grown men, let’s turn this sh** around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
No subtweetin’, you talk sh**, boy I’m approachin’ you
That’s real
[Outro]
f**ed up right now
Gone off this Ciroc n***a
n***as got me in my feelings
f** around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
So f** it