[Verse 1: Neisha Neshae]
What do you think 'bout on your off time? Is it me?
You ain't for me probably 'cause you for the streets, but that's your loss
Pretty girl like me, but you won't show off (Uh)
I know my worth, I can't believe you tried to low-ball (Nigga)
That's what we on now? (Huh?)
You couldn't recognize the greatness in me? (Haha)
Or what you thought I wouldn't recognize the hater in you? (I see it)
Real recognize real, but all that fakeness in you (Bitch)
It take a halo on my head to see the angel in you ([?])
[?], always been that bitch with or without your help (Mm)
If you can't see me past the skin, how you see yourself? (How?)
How you don't see this glow around me? This bitch gold as hell (Yeah)
Heart is solid, but the soul is frail
You don't rеcognize this love 'cause you don't know it wеll (Nah)
Can't wear my heart up on this sleeve 'cause I don't show and tell (Never)
Couldn't tell you what it's colder than
And you can't say you know me now if you ain't know me then (Nah)
And you ain't really on the cloud if you ain't smokin' this (Real talk)
You should find you someone else you can be open with (Nah)
And you ain't really on the cloud if you ain't smokin' this
You should find you someone else you can be open with
[Verse 2: Doeman]
(Yeah) I was invented to be the epitome of the golden child
We makin' history
I know my enemies sick of me
I know the envy is sickenin'
I know we got the [?] listenin', all this evil, never innocent
I've been GOATed since the Christening
We've been opening the business, sold your soul for the benefits
I'ma go, bitch, I [?]
I need a milli' cash strapped in a Gucci bag
They really slept on us (Right on us) with they goofy ass (Huh)
My bitch [?] bad (Uh) with her bougie ass
And I know God got me, but I keep that [?] packed
And I know we only here for the moment
And I know I got the world on my shoulders
And I go hard like I should, I'm a soldier
Shit, and I'm gon' keep it pushin', put that on my dead homies, uh (Rico)
[Verse 3: Jalen Santoy & JZAC]
How you say you ain't patient, but you ain't checkin' for me?
All that tic for tac just bringin' exes to me (Yeah)
[?] for me lately is hard to tell the difference
But gon' show up to the show, but only one gon' mention
The other one is tryna find out who my [?], rinse
Too much water since you still movin' [?]
See, that's why I don't step out wit' y'all
Too many parties involved, they gon' end up [stompin' to y'all?]
Nah, this [mass?] ain't gon' be fair-skinned or long winded, uh
Handle that, if it's not handled, job not finished, uh
Black car skipped out on [?], I Clark Kent it, uh
Front row, black expedition, they tryna tint it (For real)
Time, you should probably see how I cut it
If you don't, then you won't understand the reason it's flooded
Send a Cuban through the mail just to link with my brothers
Got off the doc, I'm in the [?], just put a [?] on my mother
Whole family [?] I'm 'bout to send out another
Don't make me send out another
Them diamonds hit a lil' different when you work to the sun up
Iridescent like the check, and you can see when we comin'
Thumbin' through more than the usual pharmaceutical numbers
Look at summer, creeped up on a nigga, no wonder
Say it's dumber, dumber than dumber [Glock in her water whippin'?]
Said she need extendo [?]
Y'all just beat around the bush
I'm '05 Mike [grill?] hit the lights and I'm still tippin'
I heard your shit got took and it still missin'
That's why we not the same, we could never be
Vision costs better see, then we'll prep the legacy (Uh)
[Verse 3: JZAC & Daisha McBride]
Fans listenin' when I speak, it's like a heart-to-heart
I learned to hustle, boy, I guess I'm Marcus smart
I tried to tell 'em all that startin' was the hardest part
Let me say it twice, startin' is the hardest part
Elbow grease, had to use some elbow grease
I got stripes like them shell-toed sneaks
So we could kick it if you wanna
Type of drip to have you think I'm sittin' in a sauna
Made me trippin' on a comma
Tripadvisor plannin' out my trip in The Bahamas
Cuttin' records at the crib while I'm sittin' in pajamas, come on
Half these younger kids are worried 'bout they clout first
They wave designer brands, but gotta couch surf
I got the inside scoop, you gettin' out-worked
See, I been through this shit, I've seen which route works
I've been watchin' like a fly on the wall
It's like a drug, everybody's always dyin' to ball
More desperate than the addict gettin' high in the stall
Wait, how's that satisfyin' at all? But it's whatever
Fuck, if that's your way of livin', ain't implyin' you wrong
Just know these people keep on lyin' to y'all (Yeah), fact
[Verse 4: Daisha McBride & K.A.A.N.]
Went from the offense to the defense, you see (Yeah)
I feel like my time is comin', glad we all in agreeance (What's up?)
Got [?] Migos in my cup, I'm offsettin' my demons (Woo)
Notice my circle gettin' smaller, I ain't stop 'em from leavin' (Yeah)
Wait, but I can't stop (Can't stop)
I've been out-workin' 'em by a landslide (Landslide)
Actin' cold to cover up the logic that I been hide
Pandemic got me seein' what's important on the inside
All the sudden, my blessings look different than what my friends got (Woo)
They say health is wealth, and my account looking fit (My account looking fit)
They say I got that dope, but I don't be countin' no brick (I don't be countin' no brick)
Yeah, I'll be in the lab, but I'll be rappin' like a [?]
I can never go outside or get the money [?] (Eh)
[Verse 5: K.A.A.N.]
Stacking the profits up (Yeah)
Thumbin' through hundreds, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Runnin' my operation, the sensation is elation
[?] my elevation, went from the minors to the majors
It's amazin', I done seen it all, [?] could never phase me (Yeah)
Raised by wolves in sheep's skin, your next of kin will do you in
Cannibalistic, shit is sadistic, ain't it sick? Now, where's your vision? (Oh)
Where's your heart? Where does it lie? Now, where's your conscious? In remission?
Did you lose yourself? Attain the wealth and fame upon your mission (Oh)
Mental prison, isolated with a triple life sentence
They just make niggas statistics, I'm just another percentage
I'm fightin' until they ring the bell and I know that it's finished
I know that I'm in it, I'll win if I play my position (Yeah)
Could've been more, could've been less
Either way, you know a nigga been obsessed
Get it on my chest, push like a bench press
Dealin' with the pain that I had to repress
[No less?] understand it, I just wanna manage
Tryna maintain, get the right for the land
And the price that you paid for it all like a ransom
So what do you want? (Ayy)
