[Verse 1] Look, you ever been sick and tired of being tired? Living in a world where everybody want to count you out But as soon as you make it, as soon as you make it Everybody walking with they hand out I ain't here to make friends, I'm here to make music And prove to these n***as that I do it Prove to these n***as that I do it Praying every night that a n***a don't lose it Y'all n***as do too much talking I just let my work do the speaking Just say the word, I'll k** the whole summer Motherf**er just give me a reason I feel like I'm the realest n***a breathing They been ask why your b**h chose If you dig down deep might find a soft spot Until then we don't love these hoes Last year I counted money with my bros I swear to god ain't no better feeling Met a bad b**h in Minnesota last year Say she 22, Andrew Wiggins KWayy