Ayy, Ramsey Ran it up with my brother, can't fuck with no other Know everyone with me go dumb True to self, I been silent since young No security needed, they know how we come Used to play the block with them bums Now we runnin' through hundreds for fun I can never stop, I'm the one It's the start of a forever run I can't ever change from the roots Ain't too much to change from the start I got niggas chained to the boots That's why I got pain in my heart Look up, you see gang on the charts Niggas gettin' flamed for remarks We gon' spin and bang aftеr dark (grrt) And I ain't say a thing from the start (bow, bow, bow) I'm busy reaching my goals Speak from thе soul That shit keep bringin' in rolls I'm on my way to the top and they tryna stop So that's why I keep me a pole (pole) Reason I keep being low 'Cause niggas been hatin' on me, they don't want me to grow Hatin' niggas, can't listen to those I know I'm gon' finish the mission, for sure Nineteen, I ain't average, I'm a savage, livin' lavish I stay low-key, that's a habit Tryna double up what I established If I want that, I'ma have it Lot of new drip, gotta grab it Know the opps mad, they embarrassed I stay ballin' on 'em like a Maverick, no I'm doing good in my zone Good on my own Got no one calling my phone Sometimes I sit up and stone Just thinking about it, this gift, it gon' never be cloned I hope I die a legend when I do I miss them bros in Heaven, it's a few Even though I'm progressing, it's a bruise So every time we go steppin', it's for you I'm living life wit' no fear Top of the tier I'll be on top in a year My vision blocked, Cartier My diamonds glare Pop out, these bitches, they stare If you gon' say you love me, hope you do Tired of niggas actin' brand new Focus and true to self, how I move Realize a nigga had too much to lose I ain't got shit left to prove Fuck it, I'm through Rich, but I'm tuckin' it too Niggas be hatin' on me, what you sayin' to me? 9 outta' 10, I be fuckin' his boo I'm just tryna live my life Niggas on my dick, oh, my Can't lift sticks, no lie 'Cause we all with the shits, my guy Load up the choppa It go, brackata, brackata, brackata, brackata, bracka All we know is woke up, sit on top of DOA, no purpose for the doctor All I know is shit to keep a knocker Niggas stealin' drip, they on my cyaga I know that they comin' for my māthā Still, be with them ooters and the shottas Ayy, Ramsey