[Verse 1] M double O, Moo Flow so sick, not talking about the flu All up in my face like homie what it do When you slip up, everybody wanna boo Wifed up, yeah I'm chilling with my boo J Klan, yeah I gotta rep the crew Real talk, only if a n***a knew When the hoes see you shining they screaming out ooo Bump that, ya'll don't know sh** about me Peep game, hella dudes wannna doubt me Home alone and my days hella cloudy Moms hold me down and my pops pushed the Audi Hmm, I had to call him Mister Only boy grew up, three sister Next door neighbor 'member when I kissed her She moved to Cali damn I really miss her They like damn son you blew it You slip up they like damn son I knew it You blow up they like damn son I knew it You rolling with the homies sh** you looking hella Clueless Nowadays sh** I'm feeling like a Buddhist Do a lot of thinking You smoking on the reefer while I do a lot of drinking Got five on it so you [?] in the Lincoln, whole car stinking Had my highest highs, had my lowest lows Had a couple gigs, did a couple shows Met a couple jawns but they turned into hoes Learned that everything that shines son is really not gold Everything that shines son is really not gold Everything that shines son is really not gold Everything that shines son is really not gold Everything that shines son is really not gold