Triple steak, this week I'm the man (eyeye) Double g for my gang we the best I'm on my flow switching sides to lamest I was Lame now I know I'm the coolest Shorties come then they go now I'm lonely Pop a smoke then I go feel like kobe Ice on me it so cold mama hold me Shawty no, not allowed take it slowly On a trip we was talking bout the homies Niggas try to cap we told em nigga where's your gold thing Shawty asked me out I told her I don't know call a bro call them guys but you know I don't know Mama hold me tight cause you know these days I'm the low kid Everywhere them niggas talkin and they know listening Sick and tired of these days cause them shawties bad luck Had some cash and made it fame hell nah I be regretting My life be really lonely I'm the sickest kid out there Hell nah I be regretting