[Intro]
Yeah
(Mike Bren)
Haha, these n***as was playin' with Camp, for real
Fuck wrong with these n***as?
Ha, these n***as got they style from me, fool
Yeah (King of the vibes)

[Verse]
Woke up to some tweets about a homecoming (What?)
While I'm readin' all this fuck shit I'm still thumbin' (Brr)
Still gunnin', I got racks, split it with the guys (Guys)
I swear, these n***as, they gon' hate it when a n***a rise (Damn)
I got a pretty bitch named Nina, keep her on my side (Fah)
No, I ain't have to cop the Lamb but I just love to glide (Ooh)
These pussy n***as prolly hatin' 'cause I'm inside
They baby mama, I'ma truck it just like Roll Tide (Truck it)
I'm fully loaded, I'ma shoot it 'til the clip gone (Brrt)
These n***as fuck with me from L.A. down to Bowen Homes (Yeah)
And R.I.P. (Woo)
I went from broke to fat pockets, look at me (What?)
I fuck with Texas, give no fucks 'bout PV (What?)
I used to hustle, used to pass out CDs (What?)
Broke n***as watchin', I'm just prayin' that they pleased (What?)
How I never let 'em play me? (Nah)
I get big bread, I ain't gotta say, "Cheese" (Fuck 'em)
N***as rather post a pic and hide behind the keys (Fuck 'em)
N***as talkin' hits, bitch, I got a few of these (Fuck 'em)
I am the culture, I'm the n***a that they sound like (Yeah)
Most these n***as in the game, they just my sound bytes (Facts)
K.I.S.S. 5 comin' soon, what that sound like? (Heat)
N***as say I ain't the G.O.A.T., well, that don't sound right
N***as always runnin' 'round sayin' I'm slept on
Balenciagas on my feet, bitch, don't get stepped on
Last year, I lost my daughter, do you know the pain?
But y'all don't know 'cause I don't let y'all in on everything (Nah)
It's been plenty sunny days that I just pray it rain (Yeah)
Yeah, I been goin' through some shit, the devil on my brain (Yeah)
Put plenty n***as in position then they switched sides
It's alright, I'm still poppin' like a fish fry
I'm too live, threw some rings on my fist, why?
So you can see them diamonds when I tell your bitch, "Bye"
I miss my granddaddy, Charles, he died earlier this year (Yeah)
At the funeral and I ain't even drop a tear
'Cause I was numb to the pain, I was numb to the hurt (Hurt)
Prayin' to my grandma and she told me, "It's gon' work" (Grandma)
Told me, "Keep on workin'," told me, "Step on n***as' necks" (Necks)
And she in Heaven too, angels on me, yes, I'm blessed (Blessed)
Holdin' all the weight, I put the pressure on my chest (Yeah)
I'd be lyin' to you if I said I wasn't stressed (Yeah)
The money still comin' so I'm good, ho (Good)
Born in Milwaukee, I still put on for the hood, ho (Yeah)
But the north side raised me, can't forget that (Yeah)
And I'ma shit on every n***a just for get-back (Yeah)
Remember how y'all treated me, I won't forget that (Yeah)
I was fucked up, tryna get a hit back (Yeah)
When I got hits on every project that I dropped though (Yeah)
And with that homecoming money, I'ma shop, ho (Yeah)
And buy your bitch AMIRIs (Let's go)
These n***as never mind they business, call 'em Siri (Woo)
I just pray, before I die, these n***as hear me (N***as hear me)
These n***as broke and they contagious, don't come near me (Yeah)
Y'all don't want me on a feature, do you fear me? (Yeah)
Through these Gucci readin' glasses, I see clearly
Through these Gucci readin' glasses, I see clearly
And I love all my fans so dearly
[Outro]
Shoutout to my Texas fans
Shoutout to everybody that was talkin' shit in my, uh, my Twitter too, know what I'm sayin'? Y'all inspired this shit
I love when I get enough inspiration to go rap, like, right on point
You know what I'm sayin'?
Please keep the hate up 'cause as long as you hate, the money gon', uh, increase, so, uh, thank you
Good night