You gotta put the cup down
Put the cup down, what you mean? You trippin´
You either gon´ stop or I´ma start hidin´ it from you
You ain´t gon´ touch my stuff, man

I don´t take your stuff, don´t take your stuff
Don´t you want to see your kids get big?
You trippin´, man, it ain´t even that deep
(We astronauts with this shit, my nigga)
Play with your grandkids
Man, trippin´, man, I´ma do all of that, trust
All of that stuff is really, really, really important, I´m tellin´ you
What you gon´ do if I pour it out?
Man, don´t pour my shit out, what you talkin´ ´bout?
Let me see it
Don´t touch my shit
Let me see it
Man, put my paint down, man
No
Put my paint down, it´s my shit
(I just need my space right now)

Damn, you cut me deep, felt like I spilled my cup
Let´s one-up this bag, until I´m rich as fuck (Let´s one-up these , yeah)
I work way too hard to treat this shit like lunch (I work way too hard)
I´ve been sensin´ hate from the ones I love

Pull up to the club, gave me random dubs
I can´t hold a grudge, drive me through the mud
Pourin´ fours of blood, pourin´ fours of wock (Yeah, yeah)
Masterpiece my clock, closin´ half a dollar, quarter on my opps
Shit, I want it back, did a nigga bad, now I´m in my bag
Carry on, buy Louis just to hold my cash
It be hard to smoke, remember I was cryin´

Niggas on the ´Gram, I do it for the fam´
Two gunners in the Lamb´, the po-po come out, scram (Haha, yeah)
I had a talk with God, like give me one more chance
I won´t let you down, bro, gon´ work the pounds (Oh)
Brand new Nike tech, I´m finna serve the town
Watch collection mean and got swerved around (Yeah)
That was with my kid, I want him murdered now
Gotta see my face, gotta hear my name
Gotta feel my pain, fucked me up that day
Sometimes I be stressed, finna clean it all
Give it all today, took the harder way
I´m in the mall with bae, like "Put your purse away"
You know it´s all on me, these hoes done called on me

I still can´t call a soul that take a toll on me, that drink controllin´ me
I´m the one supposed to be, no, I can´t ask for shit
I got racks to blow, I got racks to get, turn off all my kids
Look at how I live, Hermès in my crib, Hermès on my bitch
Hermès on my belt, I´ma tryna whip a brick
Say they want the old Ray, tell them niggas "Suck a dick"
I´m at the top, I´m lookin´ down, they know I come from the trenches
I just had a talk with Wilson, new Cuban gettin´ linched
You know, we look like the mob, be quiet, you get pinched
I´m a warrior side to side, fuckin´ up my rims

Dior weeds to match the jacket, I rock ´em like they tints, you know
You know that I´m him (You know that I´m him)

Damn, you cut me deep, felt like I spilled my cup
Let´s one-up this bag, until I´m rich as fuck (Let´s one-up these , yeah)
I work way too hard to treat this shit like lunch (I work way too hard)
I´ve been sensin´ hate from the ones I love (I love)