Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I´m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin´ comfy though

Backwood, ten grams, we blowin´ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ´Gram, yeah y´all don´t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, "Get these niggas," so I´ma get ´em dog
One house, ten bitches, that how I´m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ´em take it off
If she don´t fuck, I don´t tip, that´s I how I do it y´all
Let´s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me, y´all think that it´s true
See I´m too rich to be depressed and I don´t fuck with the press

Yeah, smoke ´cause I´m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it´s a circus, niggas turn clowns
Go ´head with all that fake love shit, I know what´s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin´ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin´ niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain´t catchin´ them cases, roll up

Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)

And all these rappers gettin´ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can´t relax out there
Take ´em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn´t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
That´s extortion at its finest my nigga
We in these streets every night, it ain´t hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that´s all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don´t try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn´t wait on Jermaine
And I´m just speakin´ facts boy, I´ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different, now our view ain´t the same

You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon´ always be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public and we ain´t speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
We grown men, let´s turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that´s what I´m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I´m coachin´ you
No subtweetin´, you talk shit, boy I´m approachin´ you
That´s real

Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings
Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that´s what hip-hop was about though
So fuck it