[YFN Lucci]
Yeah, look

[YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat

Always grew up hustling, gettin´ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin´, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain´t stand up for your mans, so don´t be lyin´, talkin´ ´bout you gon´ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don´t love me
Always callin´ me big bruh, and you don´t know me
Oh, I can´t make this shit up, trust me
I can´t count this shit up, true story

[YFN Lucci]
Uh, I used to wan´ play for the Knicks
Started servin´ these J´s nicks
Off the porch to the pavement
I was broke, I was takin´ risks
Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work

So we was always takin´ shit, uh
Back then
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn´t much, but I had it
Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I´m Michael Jackson
Uh, I ain´t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I´m brackin´
I ain´t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I´m crackin´
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
I see that you fallin´ back from me, huh, ain´t no more askin´ me, yeah
Ain´t no more cappin´ me (Nah), can´t get no cash from me

[YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin´ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin´, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain´t stand up for your mans, so don´t be lyin´, talkin´ ´bout you gon´ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don´t love me
Always callin´ me big bruh, and you don´t know me
Oh, I can´t make this shit up, trust me
I can´t count this shit up, true story

[Kevin Gates]
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did
I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids

I been to the pen´, got tough skin
I run with the real, so what then?
I hope he don´t fold when he go up the road
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
And I´m on the road to riches
Money attractin´ these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowin´ the business
Doin´ the best we can, we pickin´ up cans, one of the strongest members
One of your partners went dig in your pockets, you say you ain´t got it, he throwin´ a triple
All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city
Bruh, he gon´ touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it
Learn to control my feelings
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
Got me some soldiers, makin´ ´em do what I showed ´em

That´s how you ´posed to get it
Not ashamed to say I´m afraid to get close to niggas

[YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin´ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin´, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain´t stand up for your mans, so don´t be lyin´, talkin´ ´bout you gon´ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don´t love me
Always callin´ me big bruh, and you don´t know me
Oh, I can´t make this shit up, trust me
I can´t count this shit up, true story