[Intro] [Verse 1: CGB] I'm sick of this feeling and nothing can stop it I dare you to test me, I'm sick of these sloppy hoes My friends are my foes, don't come to my show Go sniff on your blow, it's me on my own I can do it solo dolo, imma go show I got some homies that's getting some dough Cause they stuck around when I was low Those are my f**ing brothers man you should know Keep it real as f** and they acting it more Fakes that be active to activate dro Fakes that be asking for acatavis yo Wanna come get some a** at my shows That's where they know that the b**hes be poppin' I'm doing my thing, I'm sorry I'm co*ky Ain't have a thing, and now I be flossin' You can just check the cash in my pockets Think that you fake And your wallet says so Know that you fake And I know that you broke And you say you got commas? I know that you don't Me? Even when I be low I got b**hes, I pull up with some dough I got riches, I pull up with some hoes Even when I'm dead, I be pulling in more Then you ever gonna get for your motherf**in' show..