It´s real life
I learned like, nigga be more happy when you just livin´ in now
When I live in my past, it be depression
Then when I live in the future, it turn into anxiety

(Goddamn, BJ want another one)

Now I´m back on the road (Uh)
And we only eight deep, but everybody totin´ a pole
You might see me fifty deep, think most of them gon´ fold (For real)
I still got a Glock on me, but most of them don´t know (Shh)
Ridin´ to the riches, it was lonely on that road (Uh)
Everybody hit the wash and rise, but Herb had to carry the load (You know that)
Niggas bitches, talkin´ like they wanna blitz, but just give a hint
And we was really, really with the shits, before them whips, I was jumpin´ the fence, uh
Put him in cement, then I´m ridin´ tint (Let´s get it)

When I go through shit, ain´t got nobody to vent to
If you ain´t go on hits, you can´t talk ´bout what he meant to you (Pussy)
And they don´t owe me shit, still´ll do this when I´m rich
I still bang L´s, don´t know if I´ma go to Hell
Hope I see Heaven where my granny prayin´ I prevail (G Herbo)
I´m still duckin´ cells, don´t know if I´ma go to jail
Tote a Glock at night and I know they ain´t gon´ give me bail (Damn)
Tryna do right, still doin´ wrong, so I know it´s hard to tell (Damn)
I´ll never tell on niggas, although I know it ain´t hard to tell (Fuck ´em)
You don´t know who I fuck with, yeah, I make it hard to tell (Fuck ´em)

Never wrote Mally a letter, although I know they ain´t hard to mail (You know I love you)
I was hangin´ with grown men like Slug and Rell ´cause I was advanced
A lot niggas be talkin´ for clout, they was in the house when I was in jams
´Member I had to run my route, I´ll kick a bitch out just like she Pam
It´s 6 a.m. in the stu´ in L.A., I flew straight from the Yams (Skyami, uh)
´Member my first time in Miami, I´m like, "Damn" (Uh-huh, uh-huh, damn)
Now I fuck up 50K a weekend, ain´t even carin´
Pulled up to the stu´ in hot seaters, truth or darin´
Now I pull up in that two-seater, new McLaren (Yoom)
Now I pull up in that black truck, kevlared up

I pulled up in every single whip, now I don´t give no fuck
I done ran through twenty, thirty whips, now I don´t give no fuck
Fucked it up, I fucked up way too many M´s, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)

Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack, mm, ´bout no sack (Big G Herbo)
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack (I ran through, man, none of this shit I spared, you know what I´m sayin´?)
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack, mm (Ayy, look, ´cause I really did for real, no bap)
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack

Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack (A lot of shit you niggas doin´ right now I been did)
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack, mm, ´bout no sack (Five, ten years ago)
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack (I really did teach you niggas the game if you listened, but)
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack
Niggas can´t tell me ´bout no sack, mm (Uh, yeah)