I pulled up in some shit that make yo bitch go crazy (skrt, skrt) I ain't gotta like her pics, she know a nigga wavy (hey, hey) Ice, water on my wrist that's why these niggas hate me (water, splash) Gotta keep a strap, can't let these niggas play me Ice,

You don't know the risk if you ain't carried the weight Some shit I don't remember, it's somethin' I never forget Ain't nobody give me nothin', ain't nobody tell me shit Big ol' drip If you ain't never been down the road that wasn't already paved Still

I know my wrist be dancing crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But now it's fuck you, pay me Can't let these motherfuckers phase me Never let that money change me Ain't the way my mama raised me Don't mean to brag but can you

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see

Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said

When I was younger You told me I should get my shit together You said life is a painting I told myself that I don't care I found some new innovations Might just be my imagination It might've been just a dream People can dream But all your colors always

It's a lot to you, it's a lot to you But it ain't nothing to me People talk, it's just word of mouth No, it ain't nothing to me You talking loud 'cause I'm not around Yeah, that's something to see Say I’m the man and I'm winning now That shit ain't

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

Ain't this what they've been waiting for? I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,