[Intro: Lute]
Yeah, yeah
Just got in the-
[Verse 1: Lute]
Just got in the habit of switching the flow
Just trying to travel the globe
Tired of being underlooked in this b*tch
Tired of hearing "I can't wait till you blow"
Had to step out of my shell for a bit
Cuzzo told me put my foot on they throat
Had to let go of some ni**as last year
Wish they'd let my ni**a out on parole
ni**as used to bump The Warm Up by Cole
My ni**a used to warm the house with the stove
sh*t, if he made it out of this b*tch, ain't no telling where my talent can go
Skinny ni**a from the 4, used to battle rap ni**as for bread when I'm bored
fu*k what? Your boy used to swerve in a Honda Accord to the store
Hit up the Midget for Newport 100's and lottery tickets
[Chorus: Lute]
Now I be whipping some sh*t that I prayed for, all my sh*t paid for
ni**as'll switch on you quick like what team do you play for?
I dead a fake ni**a like case closed
All my life, I been ten-toes, G.E.D. my initials
So fu*k what you talking, I get every dollar
I don't have a collar, if I did, I would pop it
Like "ni**a, what's popping?" But bro, I can't call it
Like look how we started, but now we here
ni**as throwing shade out of fear
'Cause where I'm at, ni**as see they self
Don't be mad, bruh, just be yourself
[Verse 2: Lute]
'Cause money come and go, people come and go
The sooner you know that, the more that you'll see
Blood ain't no thicker than water to me
I count every dollar till my thumbs bleed
She said I got Marvin Gaye vibes with the drip (drip)
If I don't fu*k with the vibes, Imma dip (dip)
Got hollow-point tips in the clip, sh*t
How many y'all club with the whip?
Who gives a damn what it's worth?
A U-Haul don't follow no hearse
I'm real 'til I exit the earth, we from where you mix the water with dirt
We had to make that sh*t work, the struggle been quenching my thirst
I put the tears in my verse, so I get the sh*t I deserve
We came from nothing at all, if we have a problem, we solve
Figure that sh*t out ourself, turn all my pain into wealth
Turn all my pain into wealth, sh*t
[Chorus: Lute]
Now I be whipping some sh*t that I prayed for, all my sh*t paid for
ni**as'll switch on you quick like what team do you play for?
I dead a fake ni**a like case closed
All my life, I been ten-toes, G.E.D. my initials
So fu*k what you talking, I get every dollar
I don't have a collar, if I did, I would pop it
Like "ni**a, what's popping?" But bro, I can't call it
Like look how we started, but now we here
ni**as throwing shade out of fear
Cause where I'm at, ni**as see they self
Don't be mad, bruh, just be yourself