Show me that I´m done
I´m finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Ain´t no more reminiscin´
Ain´t no more judgin´, no intuition
Tell me why I´m livin´

Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin´ ´Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling

Drop a body and you wouldn´t have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg I´m ridin´ whether he right or wrong
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
I told my bitch to stay behind me, I´m in my zone
She like, "How the fuck you ain´t never wrote a song?"
Same reason your fine ass ain´t never wore a thong
You ain´t ridin´ for life, then I´d just rather ride alone

Bought you a spot, now you don´t ever gotta go
Yeah, I told my nigga I´ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this shit here with your heart, you can´t snooze on it
It´s bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh
If you can´t beat ´em, knock it out ´em, whew
If you gon´ kill ´em, better not be sloppy
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain´t gotta cock it
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
I told my son he ain´t a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named Joe, but he still can´t do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin´ a dead body

I ain´t really into nothin´, but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap, didn´t think about it, but I got out it
Now my cars and clothes exotic
I ain´t 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti
I been droppin´ all my vic´s and now the FBI won´t stop me
Got this shit on fire like a Taki, nigga, woah, woah

Show me that I´m done
I´m finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Ain´t no more reminiscin´
Ain´t no more judgin´, no intuition
Tell me why I´m livin´
Why am I remaining here?

I was smokin´ ´Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling

Yeah, they complimentin´ my new Rolls-Royce
TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin´ so blessed, you see
I told my bitch I was ´bout to go shoot up Trestletree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe and it´s a black Jaguar

Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma´am
We gon´ make us a porn star video, new cam
I came up just watchin´ my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps, I don´t go back and forth with tramps
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I´ma call you "Ma´am"
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil´ bitch up, then I slam her like I´m from D-X
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
It was dark, then I came to the light
I was poor, now my doors suicide
I don´t know how to make it right, right
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
I don´t care about you leavin´ me

I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
Won´t pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah)

Show me that I´m done
I´m finished here, but still no fear, yeah
Ain´t no more reminiscin´
Ain´t no more judgin´, no intuition
Tell me why I´m livin´
Why am I remaining here?
I was smokin´ ´Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling