Yeah

I′m just sayin' that, yeah

I just, damnYeah

I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw

Yeah, still fuckin′ 'til six in the morn'

Son, how I flooded out the risk to reward

Damn, they don′t make ′em like this anymore

Don't try to hold that, you can′t control that

I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback

I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak

And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that′s sick

Big screen lyrics, yeah, 16nearin', and

"Zay, ′fore you leave, Can you fuck me in the mirror, yeah?"

Baby, I got too many bitches, not to mention them

Hoes, I don't even know they names, but they be feelin' it, tough

They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas

Before you fuckin′ go purchase your Gary Paytons

I′m really not everybody, sippin' and talkin′ 'bout, "Who′s your daddy?"

You shouldn't fuck with these niggas, we was the reckless

Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I′m bored, rich from the poor

Drunk, high, stumblin' off this shit, hit record

Smooth, nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score

Damn, they don′t make ′em like this anymore

Zay, I don't agree what you talkin′, I ain't no regular

Fuck you think they callin′ me, "Him?" I'm a competitor

Levelin′, young veteran, more lines than editors

Shit, why you think we Top Dawgs, niggas different, uh

I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin'

Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn

Say somethin′ slick, we on your line like a family plan

I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van

Just some young hood niggas with no guidance, like Drake and Chris

My late to shit, make niggas elevate they pimp

My new chick always say she ain′t no basic bitch

Well, tell me why we always argue over basic shit? That's crazy

2020, we can burn one

I done took way too many Ls and I ain′t earned some

No more buyin' bags for bitches that can′t afford one

No more gettin' brain from bitches that I can′t learn from

Look, we done went from H to the Izzo

To not much of niggas and bitches with gimmicks

Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit (that's my baby, haha)

That shit screwed up (oh), I stayed the same like grenade

When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up

Look, I used to ride through the six with my boys, kick in your door

Psychoanalysis, I feel like Sigmund Freud

Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said

"Damn, they don't make ′em like this any-"

Bitch, you are doorbell dumb

Lookin′ from crumbs in the cracks of a couch in a mad house

I laugh out loud at shit I'm mad ′bout

Cash cow or a mad coward if I ever cashed out

Backpedals and tackles just turn into the rap route

Mac robbin' niggas with MACs after he maxed out

Called him again, minimum chance he get back out

Scope and the lens, we was kids with bubble wrap

Oblivious to the fact, the candidate, it was a trap house

Slidin′ through the city, I might slide in a storm

'Cause I got the fam and the blicky if you′re eyein' me wrong

Told the cop, "It ain't the ′50s, I′ll pop this chrome

And I will not be wrong," next stop, are you home?" (yeah)

With gin, I'm in some pussy, I was knee-deeper than Funkadelics

I am legend, that explain all the will that a nigga carry

Talkin′ real big wheel like Ferris, top that shit from the greatest

Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent, REASON

I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw

Yeah, still fuckin' ′til six in the morn'

Son, how I flooded out the risk to reward

Damn, they don′t make 'em like this anymore

Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor

Drunk, high, stumblin′ off this shits, hit record

Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said

"Damn, they don′t make 'em like this any-"

Don′t wanna hold on to somebody who I cannot trust

You've seen that I have been trying since the very beginning (yeah)

Then the situation gets a little worse, and I try to forget

And then it gets a little worse, and I try to forget

You gon′ keep adding people?

Soulful (yeah, yeah)