[Verse 1: Lute]
I wear my heart on the sleeve
You only call when you need sh*t
People change like the seasons
I've been fightin' back my demons
Despite the blessings I'm receiving
fu*k these ni**as I don't need 'em
Just me and a dollar got brown in my bottle
My b*tches gon' swallow if you know what I mean
The circle got smaller my money got taller
My grandma say "watch who you put on your team"
I follow my face and I pick myself up
And I'm back on my feet like I told you I would
Skrr, skrr, what's good
We outta here, no fear
Get that outta here
Turnеd up, this was our year
Skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah, yеah
If you with me give me hell yeah
Put a lighter in the air, yeah
Pour some liquor for your year, yeah
Call me Lute west, that was suplex
'Cause a ni**a at your neck boy
Like fu*k a vest
ni**as too pussy to make me stress
Say less boy
[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Judgin' from the things I've seen
sh*t ain't never how it seems
Gotta pick the lines in between
Remember my OG told me that
Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
Now it ain't just in my name
This sh*t deep in my veins
No matter how much I make
I'ma still be the same because
Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
[Post-Chorus: Lute]
El Dorados with the top down
Still no clips, whole thirty rounds
All love when I hit the town
Ain't no point in really slowin' down
Mama told me gotta hold my head
I know you could, hope you see it now
Just remember what you mama said
I seen it then, hope you be it now
[Verse 2: Lute]
I don't switch lanes, I don't switch up, big whips, big commas
Big drip, no drama
No harm, no comma
This why a ni**a just get it and go
I just pick up where I started, some nights see me hauling
It is what it is 'cause I never fold
The music is charted I guess I'm a artist, I gotta make sure that my story is told
ni**as fallin' for the hype
ni**as think they know my life
All this drip and with the ice
Shorty lookin' like my type
Wipe me down for the night
Out of mind, out sight
I've been doing what I like
I don't split the bag I done got it back twice
So back the fu*k up, you don't know me
If you love gotta show me
Had to break ties with the old me
Seen a lot of people foldin', yeah
That's why I keep my circle close, yeah
That's why I do it for the four
[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Judgin' from the things I've seen
sh*t ain't never how it seems
Gotta pick the lines in between
Remember my OG told me that
Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
Now it ain't just in my name
This sh*t deep in my veins
No matter how much I make
I'ma still be the same because
Money always change the people 'round you more than it change you
[Post-Chorus: Lute]
El Dorados with the top down
Still no clips, whole thirty rounds
All love when I hit the town
Ain't no point in really slowin' down
Mama told me gotta hold my head
I know you could, hope you see it now
Just remember what you mama said
I seen it then, hope you be it now