(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,

Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I'm spendin' mine The beat is witches brew, but beware this shit is potent E.E. Cummin' on her face, now that's poetry in motion Yeah, Gambino

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit I'm your brother shit, all that other shit It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I fuck with

It's the real thing, you are now real, real niggas, niggas Yo, what's up niggas and niggettes? N.W.A is back in this motherfucker And this is only the single Wait until the motherfuckin' album comes out We gon' have some more of that good shit The shit

Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit

Do I, do I, yeah, ooh Sometimes I don't think I deserve you So I say some fucked up shit just to hurt you But you know I do it all 'cause I love you So, baby, tell me I'm the one that deserves you Do we, do I, yeah, ooh Now why you wanna go and lose

Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo, woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently

I been there - been there Done that - done that You got guns? - we got guns... Yo, I got straps - we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth... No question, it's all about the D - O -

Red Mercedes beam, it's a different type This shit so clean, I put that on my life With my niggas in my red Mercedes Attitude like fuck you, pay me Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out If the ladies show up, then we show out With my girl in my red