Well forgive me from my sins, and protect me from my friends
I can't handle all my enemies, huh
Made it all the way to Italy, still sipping that Hennessy
My rap she had customs looking at me like I'm finna flee
Timber is a chat, it ain't nothing less than that
Soon as we clear yeah, I'll be there and we can discuss what's on the back (run it)
It's funny they went missing when I was struggling on my back
I know they hoping I'll relax, but I ain't going out like that
'Cuz they'll scoop me out the back, a couple orders in the back
Behind back, in that track oh
Muhammed Ali before freeze yeah, I gave him that talk
I been a role model, now my lyrics on catwalks, break flight, get 'em slapped off
Them pages in the passport get stamped like a brick now
Came from house parties lights on, we can't get kicked out like
Bumped the wrong nigga in town and turned this situation childish
This ain't staying private but you gon' get laid before you get down
Jumping in that water, I hope these boys know how to swim now
Knew this shit was rigged the first time I saw the biggest fish drown
Rocking with no action, I leave the baddest to this pissed town
This motion got me pissed feel like I'm standing with my dick out
Shout out my hood, 'cuz they still love me, its reciprocated
Shout out my lawyer, I'm just glad we got that situated
And shout out me, haha, yeah
Shout out myself nigga, word
Fucking thug
Shout out me
Shout out myself
Yeah, shout out me
Shout out, shout outs to me
Uh, uh

From the dirt (shout myself out)
No really, from the dirt (uh)

Shout out to Janice, shouts to David, shout to Bully, shout to Aiden
That's who bred me, that's who helped me, that's who fronted on that hazy
Shout to Patrick, shout to Wilson, shout out Frank and that, shout out Taiene
Shout out Wagma, that's the payment
Shout out AK, shout out karma
Rest in peace Troy the barber
Shout out Lex, nineteen-ninety
Rest in peace but ain't no father
Shouts to Jeb, shout to Tab, shout to Sober, you ain't never seen a town purge
You ain't never been around birds
Shouts to the mingle, shouts to Grant, shout out to forced-curb, shouts to alcohol and all those formally lawsome
Shouts to Albert-Johnson, free scrubbed the tills, scrappy free
Shouts to ham, shouts to Cloney, they have the grant
Shouts to Ravenswood, shouts queens bitch
Forty aside, fortieth side I really seen shit
Girl and these niggas lean shit
Bump the niggas, bleed shit
I was doubled down block next time I see a thing strip
Cut the copeless remix
Contact with that thirtieth, pump this niggas thirty times
Used to work the early shift, no face with thirty dimes
Shout out myself
You know first and foremost I, I like to think a lot
And for blessing me to make all of this possible
(Running from myself)
You know, second I'd like to thank my mom
(Running from myself)
For giving me that confidence, y'know that style that, that energy
Third, I'd like to thank my pops
(Running from myself)
Made a solid young mother fucker, nigga
Thirty for thirty
I'd like to thank crutch, keep it rollin' nigga
What's understood ain't really gotta be explained if you know what the fuck is cracking
Uh
(Head all on my knees)
Roll up

From the dirt (dirt)
No really, from the dirt