The Intro

I be outside with my day one niggas
They ain't gon slide for a fake one
I be outside with my day one niggas
They ain't gon slide for a fake one
I be outside with my day one niggas
They ain't gon slide for a fake one
I be outside with my day one niggas
They ain't gon slide for a fake one
Losing control
I know this paper gon tempt me
But I cannot fold
I got to get it and go
I ain't sign up for this shit
They won't leave me alone
Tired of watching my tone
I keep my shooters with me
Like they playing a zone
Devil gon prey on my soul
I know these demons is calling
Don't pick up the phone
Up in the trees
Don't come in silver but running the league
Ice on my neck and my wrist I don't freeze
I went through hell I'm 200 degrees
Long as I keep all that guala on me
Are you... Meka?
Long as I keep all that guala
These bitches gon do anything for the dollar
I don't have to run from no Chevy Impala
Shot caller let's go
Moving with the backstreets
I know what it take to make her dance Mike Jackson
Started out tax-free
Plug on the phone he know better than to text me
Run it like a track meet
Told em I was slipping but they still can’t catch me
Winning on the stat sheet
I ain’t photogenic why this shorty tryna flash me
Better get the credit don’t test me
This ain’t nothing to me I’m just doing what I know
I could start a wave wit just a couple different flows
Floating like a pilot plus it’s welcome to the show
Goin crazy 2020 feeling like a moshpit
Quarantine flow got me locked in
Shawty had me cut off all my options
Just for her to leave me and it made me toxic
If I got a problem myself
I don’t need help
I ain’t gotta make one call
Baddie on my side Hugh Hef
Shooting like Steph
I don’t even need no ball
Thinking bout the days I was runnin
Sick to my stomach
Praying that I don’t get caught
She was just a break from the come up
Gone when the sun up
Tell her that it’s not my fault