How, how, how?
How, how, how? (Damn, Kai, you going crazy)
Niggas do all that ho shit, nigga
I don't wanna hear no bro shit, nigga
2 a.m. when I wrote this, I was outside with a mask like Covid, nigga
Free bronem, I just sent out some pictures
How you forget 'bout the real ones?
Ask me what I been on, stay in our lanes, way getting richer and richer
Taking care of my kids, making love to my woman and paying my taxes
Ceramic AP, cost more than your richer, stay in your bracket
FaceTime Fat Twin, he in the casino with two automatics
Before playing with me, go get life insurance, then go pick out a casket
Really rich on and off the 'net, don't compare me to no nigga you ever met
100K shoppin' out in Miami, I 'member I couldn't even go to the set, nigga
This money shit come with a lot of issues
Hold on to it tight as fuck 'cause they probably forgot
I remember, I was so broke, had to use the bathroom at the store 'cause we was out of tissue
So broke, I was happy to be able to get some shit off of the dollar menu, nigga (Dollar menu, nigga)
You hear me? Fast forward, I'm up, for real
Good heart and I'm humble still, how you ain't got love for Grizz?
Keep fuckin' up and He still blessed me
Said fuck me and I still helped 'em
Damn, like how you forget 'bout the real?
Huh, how you ain't got love for Grizz?
Okay, ayy
Learned the hard way, I ain't know shit, nigga
I ain't had no coaches, nigga
Slacking hard, had to lay off the drugs
Fuck you mean? I had to focus, nigga
Locked in and got on it, nigga
Now we GOATed, nigga
I'm tripping, or did girly get a lil' thicker?
Wasn't like that when I hit her
I'm there in the summer, I'm here in the winter
He shot at my brother, put him in the blender
I get on the stream and argue with nerds
I go to the trenches and kick it with killers
I'm first generation, my family was dealers, nigga
Pops died in 2012, I still feel it, nigga
Brodie, I know we ain't talk in a minute
Shit be throwing us off and I get it
And there's people depending on me
So ain't no falling off of the mission
I go days without my phone
Bro that bitch be exhausting a nigga
I get tired of talking to niggas
They don't do shit but talk about niggas
No competition, who I'm competing with?
I don't need a loan, you could keep the bitch
Told my lawyer, "We gotta go get my record expunged," I want me a legal switch
Had no idea life could be this lit
Like, nigga, I'm up, for real
Good heart and I'm humble still, how you ain't got love for Grizz?
Keep fuckin' up and He still blessed me
Said fuck me and I still helped 'em
Damn, like how you forget 'bout the real?
Huh, how you ain't got love for Grizz?
How, how, how?
How, how, how?
How, how, how?
How, how, how?
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