[Intro]
Blueface, baby
Laudiano
Yeah, aight
When I was down, I had to hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

[Chorus]
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close

[Verse 1]
N***as lookin' up to me like I made it
I was down, you ain't care, now I'm up and they hate it
I hate waitin', but I had to be patient
Anything I did, I had to be the greatest
Only one Blueface 'cause I'm never changin'
When you make it, everybody start to fake it
You wouldn't understand 'less we could switch places
But I ain't trippin', these Balenciagas ain't got no laces
Hate n***as, my Glock racist
Defender workin' with the same n***a judgin' my cases
Went to jail twice, beat both them felonies
They found large amounts but couldn't prove I was sellin' it
Midtown patriot like I'm Bill Belichick
If you don't want smoke, dumb n***a, then stop inhalin' it
(Stop inhalin' it)
(Broke boy, you don't want no smoke)
[Chorus]
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close

[Verse 2]
Lifestyle expensive
Premium in my Benzes
I tote Glock with extensions
I like a bitch with extensions
Broke boy, don't come up missin' over a mention
I'm just tryna drip in high fashion in a mansion
But I'm never too popular to pop at ya
That .40 go "bang," but the MAC go "grra-ta-ta"
I leave more shots than ticket sales
Leave more shells than Taco Bell
Tote everywhere, I can make bail
Free the mob out them jail cells
Gotta keep a Glock on me like a lunch pail

[Chorus]
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
[Verse 3]
Yeah, aight, five bands just to get up close
I'm up close, I been livin' fast, lil' baby, suck slow
I was down 'til I got up in the studio
Hop in the booth, then I let the truth be known
Gotta keep the heat just in case it get too cold
N***as want smoke 'til it's sparkin' out the .40 nose
Now all these bitches want me like I'm Mike Jones
I'm like a man smokin' at a gas station, I'm finna blow
N***as want beef 'til I heat the shells for tacos
Just 'cause I put my meat in her cheese, I'm still not yours
You was late, I was on time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You wasn't here from the start
You can't get nothin' from Finish Line
I'm selfish, n***as can't have none 'til I finish mine

[Chorus]
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close