[Intro]
Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy
Let that shit ride, Eighty8

[Chorus]
Woke up faded
Everyday a n***a feeling jaded
Everyday a n***a feeling hated
Goddamn, I really fucking hate it
I've got cash in my pocket, bitch
I'm the shit, that's why I talk it
We running up, we shoot them rockets
When the cameras on, we gon' have a moshpit
Swear to God I'ma fucking make it out
Hit them with a right hook, damn, like Pacquiao
Everyday at night I feel down, no backing out
If it weren't for rapping, shit, I'd have to make another route

[Verse 1]
Had to get the paper another way
Fuck up my bag, not today
You should know I keep a K
Pull up and we spray
Do that shit broad day
Don't give a fuck about it
You get in my way, you're forevеr grounded
Huh, leave you six feet deep (Six feet deep)
Pull up on your ass еven when you sleep (When you sleep)
Got a silencer, won't make a peep (Make a peep)
Then we swerving off in that black ass Jeep
[Pre-Chorus]
I get the cheese, ain't talking Provolone
Know she hit my phone, shawty wanna bone
Sipping Hennessy, fucking with Patrón
I'm the realest n***a Travis Barker put on

[Chorus]
Woke up faded
Everyday a n***a feeling jaded
Everyday a n***a feeling hated
Goddamn, I really fucking hate it
I've got cash in my pocket, bitch
I'm the shit, that's why I talk it
We running up, we shoot them rockets
When the cameras on, we gon' have a moshpit

[Verse 2]
I don't even care anymore
Walk in these new shoes, yeah, they be Dior
Swerving this coupe on I-4
Fuck all the jakes, pedal right to the floor
And this my world, and lil' bitch you living in it
I killed the game, that's why there's blood upon my linens
It's all the same, never trust hoes
That's unless you really want your heart broke
I can never really trust nobody
Promise one day I'ma whip it in a new Bugatti
Passenger seat for your bitch, and she's ready to back it up
Driving fast, ain't no way that you catching up
[Pre-Chorus]
I get the cheese, ain't talking Provolone
Know she hit my phone, shawty wanna bone
Sipping Hennessy, fucking with Patrón
I'm the realest n***a Travis Barker put on

[Chorus]
Woke up faded
Everyday a n***a feeling jaded
Everyday a n***a feeling hated
Goddamn, I really fucking hate it
I've got cash in my pocket, bitch
I'm the shit, that's why I talk it
We running up, we shoot them rockets
When the cameras on, we gon' have a moshpit
Swear to God I'ma fucking make it out
Hit them with a right hook, damn, like Pacquiao
Everyday at night I feel down, no backing out
If it weren't for rapping, shit, I'd have to make another route