[Verse 1: T.Y.]
I ain't gon' lie for my age
I done heard and I done seen a lot of things
But I never fold, cuban links with them pinky rings
Spitta he gave me the game
I'm super fly I could break a b**h like Priest
Riding round in my '83
Slowly adding on to my fleet
You can't kick it how I kick it
n***a you wasn't raised by no G's
You don't be smoking on good weed
Hoe lame a** never gon' get a b**h with that game fam
Ice Cream sweats and some Space Jams
Yo hoe say my sh** jam
Tryna had the spot lit like these diamonds on my wrist
Throw the set up in my pic
Youngest n***a of the clique
But I gets it in, collect Benjamins and all of his friends
I don't follow rules I just break them in
Catch me mobbing down your block
In that Maybach Benz
Clean as a whistle, everything I do official
In love with money and pistols
Hunting for macs, the [?] is in my back
I'm here just talking these facts
[Chorus: T.Y.](x4)
Imma keep it real
I won't never fold
Imma stay a G
Sticking to the code
[Verse 2: Corner Boy P]
I'm trill as I wanna
Hundred spokes bending corners
Regal candy gold it complements that Daytona
Rolex diamonds rhyme seller
This Margiela kinda weather
I'm so G still got Iceberg with the Snoopy on the sweater
I seen sh** I ain't never saw
I hear sh** I ain't never heard
Just to ball on them b**hes like when Ricky touched that bird
Up my dope since [?] served
Slam them sixes on the curb
New kicks was all I wanted
Now my b**h and whip is foreign
Counting money till the morning
Trapping out the apartments
Secret stash compartments
Transpo, extortion
We the illest n***as
You n***as shoulda been aborted
Sold my life to the streets the devil couldn't afford it
[Chorus: T.Y.](x2)
Imma keep it real
I won't never fold
Imma stay a G
Sticking to the code
Imma keep it real
I won't never fold