Uh, they think they got one up on us
Don't trust bitches, out all my dargs
there's some I can trust
They think they got one up on us
Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan
'cause they ran up on us

The fake do a good job blending in
with the real these days
but I still tell the difference
Realness get recognition
I recognised that from a distance
See it from far
Bare ANPR, told bro: Beg you don't smoke weed in the car
It feels good to see me in the charts, I used to hit shots
sell rock and link in parks
You've been warned, I'll ring the alarm
They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once
YG got the trench coat on
it's black and long like a Christian nun
Tryna locate me a new plate, I don't put trust in vintage guns
Stop winging and go get some money
what's wrong with these self-inflicted bums?
For my livelihood, push white in my hood
but I don't recommend it, there's no longevity
Central, don't forget me
money don't make me lose my memory
A2 Anti, do man badly, do that gladly
I treat every day like a Monday mornin'
I treat every month like a January

Uh, they think they got one up on us
D. T. b, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men

Get some money, relive your childhood
Shawty think that I'm childish
Tryna pull down my tros
Rip man out of my Calvin's
Out of sight, out of mind
We ain't gotta jump out this ride
Unwind the window, keep it simple
Try hit man off his mountain bike
Link up with the ganja farmer
Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture
Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah
Plan it correct, we gon' catch him
I can't go broke, that's a no-no
Can't fall off, that's awkward
My chain cost sixty thousand
Cool, that's a club performance
I don't like braggin'
I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion
Amiri denim, it cost an arm and a leg
but the jeans still saggin'
Bro's still chinging, bro's still trapping
Yinging and Yanging, I need more balance
Baby, I just wanna fuck
I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents

Uh, they think they got one up on us
D. T. b, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men

Uh, they think they got one up on us
D. T. b, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men