[Intro]
Ahh, ayy, I don't really know how you n***as feeling or what’s up wit' you n***as
But, you know what I'm saying, I’m a different breed, you know?
I ain't rocking like you n***as, you feel me?
But this that Florida shit, though, you know what I'm saying?
Real Florida jit, you feel me?
Look (Rocktee 'bout to run it up)

[Chorus]
I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch
I was thirteen when I hit my first lick
I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix
So keep that shit from 'round me if it ain’t gon’ make me rich
I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit, uh
Had a plan, then I made it make sense, uh
I was broke, I had to go and get a fix
Let me tell you a lil’ story 'bout a bad ass jit

[Verse 1]
I was trappin' in the streets and in the class, too
That n***a say he got a bag, I got a bag, too
You got some fame, now you out here acting brand new
But I'm cool on you, baby, I done had you
Don’t be worried about these n***as, get that cash, boo
She asked me why I cut her off, 'cause, bitch, I had to
I like my bitches red bone and my cash blue
I'm in love with that money, got a cash flu, yeah, yeah
Runnin' up a check, I used serve on the front street
She just see a bag, I know she don't really want me
I was running 'round with no shoes like a monkey
Posting on the block day and night like a junkie
Still remember when them pussy n***as came and jumped me
Guess them n***as mad 'cause they bitches wanna fuck me
I ain't have that pistol on me, n***a, so you lucky
I got it on me now, I dare a n***a try to touch me
[Chorus]
But I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch
I was thirteen when I hit my first lick
I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix
So keep that shit from 'round me if it ain't gon' make me rich
I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit
Had a plan, then I made it make sense
I was broke, I had to go and get a fix
Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a bad ass jit (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
Why the fuck these pussy n***as acting like they know me?
I don't want your time, baby, I just want a Rollie
Since you said you love me, bae, don't say it, come and show me
Fuck all the excuses, n***a, pay me what you owe me
Critics telling lies, trying to kill a n***a slowly
You gon' fuck around and make me go back to the old me
Had to cut 'em off 'cause that n***a ain't my homie
You know you ain't my bitch, so why the fuck you all up on me?
Lame-ass n***as tryna diss me for the clout
If you ain't fucking with me, keep my name out your mouth
I remember I was scraping change out the couch
Now I'm doing better, I done made it out the drought
But I'm still the same n***a, I just bettered myself
How the fuck you helping them but you ain't helping yourself?
Like, how the fuck you blessing them and you ain't blessing yourself?
Don't worry about them people, boy, you stressing yourself
[Chorus]
But I'm straight, I'm cool on that bitch
I was thirteen when I hit my first lick
I been staying out the way, I can't get caught up in the mix
So keep that shit from 'round me if it ain't gon' make me rich
I knew that I'd make it ever since I was a jit
Had a plan, then I made it make sense
I was broke, I had to go and get a fix
Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout a bad ass jit

[Outro]
Rocktee 'bout to run it up