[Intro: talking]
(gulp) Drinkin’ water at like 6. Yo shout out Tommy. We in Cleveland and he made some heat

[Hook]
Tell me do you know
Baby tell me how you feel
I been on the road
Getting geeked up with some friends
It's 3am
And I don't sleep
These stomach pains can keep me up
I’ve been up for weeks but can’t name nobody keepin’ up
Oh man I know this time gon' be different
In the city where we fucking hoes
Yo’ hoe we prolly hit her
If you owe me
Need it
Need it fast (need it fast)
Lonely homies
Out here blowin’ bags (blowin’ bags)
Treat my city like some shoulder pads (shoulder pads)
I been tryna get it cracking for months

[Verse]
You know I can't do no luck
Shawty came through in the clutch
Like I do whenever there is a drought out
Keep bad bitch
With a loud mouth
Been 3 years since I moved outta my mom’s house
Been minute since I broken a’ ounce down
Been a minute since I asked for the price now
Been a minute since you had a minute
Your 15 seconds been timed out
I been on it for a while now
The mean mugs turn to fake smiles
Back then hoes stood up on me
Now they up in my room with they face down
And they ass up
Tryna get passed round
Imma bougie n***a
I won't fuck her
But I let her neck me till I pass out

You know I hit the ground running
Shout out that young n***a 40
We dirty dancing for somethin’
Rep my city out in Cleveland
Drinking mad dog on the weekend
Tweaking
Seeking
Bitches who like being facetious
Jesus
I know they hate with no reason
Treason
They stay committing
These n***as gone change like the seasons

[talking]
Fuck, I need another sip of water on that. Shit
Were you looking for me? Nah nah, that’s some Wayne shit
I fuck with it though, off that Carter III, but yea its 608 right now
I can't imagine what time its gonna be when y'all get it
This

[Hook: outro]
Tell me do you know
Baby tell me how you feel
I been on the road
Getting geeked up with some friends
It's 3am
And I don't sleep
These stomach pains can keep me up
I’ve been up for weeks but can’t name nobody keepin’ up
(fades out)
Oh man I know this time gon' be different
In the city where we fucking hoes
Yo’ hoe we prolly hit her
If you owe me
Need it
Need it fast
Lonely homies
Out here blowing bags
Treat my city like some shoulder pads…