[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I mean, I mean
I gotta, gotta new me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I mean, I mean
I gotta, gotta new me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta, gotta
[Verse 1]
This for the block
This for lil Kevin and Robin and Rockm
And Tiggi and 40 be quiet, n***as recording
You want to talk her to d**h but i'm House-ing that b**h
Bleed her to d**h, feed all my n***as then leave her to d**h
I've been so good with this sh**
Do you live here to die? All them n***as bereaving your steps
Mama I just wanna shine, p**y a** n***a gon' lean on the ref
n***a I woke up this mornin', feeling like I don't be needing myself
I'ma get bigger than Whoo Kid, who can go harder than Mac?
Put the lil Xan in my back
I'ma go harder though, I'ma go harder though
Look at the martyr go, smokin' the artichoke
This what you wanted, ain't this what you wanted, they dissing Tha Carter IV
I'ma flip me a b**h in the mornin' though
I'ma flip me a b**h in the mornin' though
I'ma flip me a b**h and my partners talk sh**
While my n***as say, "This why we in here, ain't this why we did it"
[Bridge]
My n***a just made it back home
Pocket full of money, god damn
Them n***as might smile when they see him
n***a made it back home
Pocket full of money, god damn
Them n***as might smile when they see him
[Hook]
I can't help but, kick my feet up
Call my kinfolk, dawg
What you doing, where we going?
To the hills
I can't help but, kick my feet up
Call my kinfolk, dawg
What you doing, where we going?
To the hills, to no worries
They know they're good
[Verse 2]
I know a bald headed b**h and she ain't worth sh**
Tryna serve me papers and s** my dick
Tryna take my son, b**h you ain't worth rocks
Let me ease my mind, let me k** my lungs
I don't know your name, I forgot that sh**
I'm for real, four times, yeah
I won't lose my grip, 'fore I turn Cobain
It look good next year, yeah
When I listen to the deacon say it, I'm pullin' over
I've been prayin' with a reefer head, yeah
In the valley, meditatin'
Where you going? Can you take me
[Bridge]
My n***a just made it back home
Pocket full of money, god damn
Them n***as might smile when they see him
n***a made it back home
Pocket full of money, god damn
Them n***as might smile when they see him
[Hook]
I can't help but, kick my feet up
Call my kinfolk, dawg
What you doing, where we going?
To the hills, to no worries
They know they're good
I can't help but, kick my feet up
Call my kinfolk, dawg
What you doing, where we going?
To the hills, to no worries
They know they're good