Ayy, you know I ain't want all them right there I was just tryna see what I was finna say Oh yeah, oh yeah Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah (Swish on the beat) Okay, pardon me I don't mean to be rude But honestly You fucking up my groove So I'ma need you to take a few steps back 'Cause I ain't with all that Baby, for real, for real, for real Yeah, baby, for real, for real, for real, yeah Okay, hand on my flame, switching lanes, sipping Everfresh Know I run the game, call me Rod Wave Belichick Bounce out with that glizzy, hit for 50, put my niggas on Rest in peace Lil NiNi, can't believe they sent that nigga home Heard you got that cash, I'm on your ass, boy, we get in your home I'm a dog, yeah, lil' born dog just tryna get a bone Kush is my cologne and I'm in my zone, so don't call my phone ATR for life You know I'm with them niggas if They right or wrong (Swish on the beat) And I said all of that to say we came a long way Running full speed down the wrong way Running full speed down the wrong way I ain't never going back (Uh-uh), you can miss me with that Miss me with that You fucking up my vibe, you blowing my high It's time to say goodbye Okay, pardon me I don't mean to be rude But honestly You fucking up my groove So I'ma need you to take a few steps back 'Cause I ain't with all that Baby, for real, for real, for real Yeah, baby, for real, for real, for real, yeah (Swish on the beat) Baby, for real (Swish on the beat)

Pull some of that bass out, Bruce She's a stripper in Atlanta She just dance to pay for school, girl, I don't blame you Make that money, girl, don't let it make you And when that change get in your life, don't let it change you Girl, you so bad and you know it I got that bag and you know it She poppin' that ass on the floor Girl, pick up that cash off the floor All of the ballers, they know her I got some things I can show her Some bands I can throw her, some dick that I owe her Let's fuck up the store, get you Gucci galore Yeah, he hit it before, but can't fuck you no more Yeah, she major in film, wanna be a reporter I fell in love, wanna spoil and support her Hop out that Honda, come jump in this Benz Fuck her so good, got her tellin' her friends Ice on your neck so they know you my bitch Once I break down this pack, I'm gon' buss down your wrist, goddamn She's a stripper in Atlanta She just dance to pay for school, girl, I dont blame you Make that money, girl, dont let it make you And when this change get in your life, these hoes gon' hate you Yeah, new bag, new weave, new all 'at All them broke ass niggas better fall back She where the sauce at, boss bitch, all facts Lil' mama run them bands up, all stacks She got me thinkin' 'bout that pussy, hope it's all waxed And if I take lil' mama home, I'ma dog that Eat it up and all 'at, beat at where her walls at, yeah She's a stripper in Atlanta She just dance to pay for school, girl, I don't blame you Make that money, girl, don't let it make you And when this change get in your life, don't let it change you

Tom Cruise the whip I Tom Cruise the whip I do my own stunts I'm too legit My whole thing is my own thing, goin' back to my old ways Back then I knew white hoes who would pipe bros for a bowl face Now I got me a wife bro that's a life sentence and a full plate Love you dawg, no hoes chase me, she be down to catch a whole case I ain't smoking on that propane I was dope before I had the dough mane Before the low mein in the US I was snacking on the pure like it's cocaine I been all around the globe baby Put that headline all big in the bold face I ain't tryna do no favors You could fuck with me it don't go both ways Tom Cruise the whip I Tom Cruise the whip I do my own stunts I'm too legit I do my own stunts Tom Cruise I do my own stunts Jet Li, I'm deadly They gon' fall off while I ball Homie, I be moving through the walls homie Back then hoes ain't want me, yeah now I'm hot and they all on me Kato on the track bitch, run the jewels or pac div Shows is feeling like a crack den 'Cause the fans addicted they ain't fall off me That boy moving like a Pac-Man, serve the backhand Running through the competition You could see that on the dash cam Fuck the Tik-Tok bitch I make the strap dance (Psych y'all) I ain't even been in a fight y'all Yeah, but I'm real sweaty with the joy cons Get the camera get the Nikon Tripod stand, cyc wall Tom Cruise the whip I Tom Cruise the whip I do my own stunts I'm too legit I do my own stunts Tom Cruise I do my own stunts Jet Li, I'm deadly

Yeah, yeah Novocaine all my days feeling numb Propane raps, Hank Hill with the thumb Slow days, on my own way to the grave I'ma cold case, no cocaine on the gum See me down under up down slam down with the thunder (yeah) Ice cold moves, booth hot like the summer Grind on a hunnid times two In the box locked up, go-ing up 'til we run it (yeah) It's me verse the universe, I run it And we done one hundred percent to gain damn near nothing But fuck it You can't stomach the work, you won't serve me a word, keep running Get a taste of the falls, hit the walls, on the daily Pacing phases, to my face, nothing faze me Besides the lot of things on my mind I need to say Bit afraid, so I guess they can wait just another day I think I might be a-okay If I wait just another day I got to tell ya Getting blinded by the lights I got to tell ya 'Bout the chaos in my mind I got to tell ya All these nights we're not together Forgot to tell ya (yeah) Forgot to tell ya I got to tell you, I ain't tryna make no promise Not nothing that could weigh down conscious Pay the bills and the rest fill pockets Still sometimes you be obnoxious Just want it different when I'm having you around me All night, no sleep, we down here Whenever we here, no problems Losing track o' time, 'til it finds us (yeah) Down with ya 'til I make me a thousand White picket fences, pool house loungin' Sounding good to me if you round with it I kill the demons we hit the ground running My stress gon' need a vest round the chest Reshape my world in seven days or less On the chase like the days, chased ice cream trucks Got us moving fast but it's never enough Yeah, I know that the weather is rough But it won't stop us Yeah, shit is never enough I got to tell ya Getting blinded by the lights I got to tell ya 'Bout the chaos in my mind I got to tell ya All these nights we're not together Forgot to tell ya Forgot to tell ya I got to tell ya Getting blinded by the lights I got to tell ya 'Bout the chaos in my mind I got to tell ya All these nights we're not together Forgot to tell ya Forgot to tell ya (I got to tell ya) (I got to tell ya) I got to tell ya Getting blinded by the lights I got to tell ya 'Bout the chaos in my mind I got to tell ya All these nights we're not together Forgot to tell ya Forgot to tell ya

Why your chain don't shine like the rapper's do? Why you don't bleed for your city? Tell me what's your appeal Prove that you real Better have 5 killers on you Based on the game and the things we know Most live a lie for sure If I let you say what's good Guess I ain't good enough (Guess i ain't good enough) Those cassettes out the attic, unraveled foreign magic Made me check the mathematics, sense the havoc Had me skipping class to study flows Put it in to practice, run the show Every minute, every second, headphones stuck onto the globe Yet it go, "why ain't you hood? yeah, why ain't you hood? Why ain't you rapping like you ain't understood? Drugs, sex and violence, all left in silence You ain't hear the shots, getting chased by the sirens, tell me Why your chain don't shine like the rapper's do? Why you don't bleed for your city? Tell me what's your appeal Prove that you real Better have five killers on you Based on the game and the things we know Most live a lie for sure If I let you say what's good Guess I ain't good enough Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Guess I ain't good enough Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Guess I ain't good enough Am I supposed to run the street, my block, am I supposed to bleed To mould my life in bars and exhibit them at your feet My boss's dirt swept shoes, I need those too, I'm close to match the cost Money trees in growth but patience nearly done been lost I know we dropped what we had cause I Ain't make that paper like them rappers do Hard but bitter truth but all y'all want the sweetest juice Presented, wrapped in gift wrap, sit back and get clapped Chit chat, and finally shut your trap once you can see that Chain 'round my neck, uh, diamonds in my rings, ye Showing off my stacks, screaming fuck all o' y'all opinions "Nice, let's televise his world and it's demise" (huh?) That's all that you desire, entertainment in your eyes Ain't that right? Why your chain don't shine like the rapper's do? Why you don't bleed for your city? Tell me what's your appeal Prove that you real Better have five killers on you Based on the game and the things we know Most live a lie for sure If I let you say what's good Guess I ain't good enough Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Guess I ain't good enough Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Guess I ain't good enough (Ain't I, good enough for you) Guess I ain't good enough (Ain't I, good enough for you) ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Guess I ain't good enough (Ain't I, good enough for you) ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Ain't I, good enough for you Guess I ain't good enough