Uh, uh I’m on them, Countin’ some racks Tell me, How you gonna slide on us? Then come backin’ on me (yeah) I don’t wanna go to jail That’s a promise I’d made to myself Since I was a kid I can see the smile on mama’s face ‘Cause she’d seen the boy with money What’s gonna be gon’ be, But I’m ridin’ ‘til they send me Steady on my grind, I can face the backlash just myself I been so lit everyday, Thank God we steppin’ hard I’m never tired, Cause I’m finna find these papers for mama Lots of things stuck on my head, With the hopes of gettin’ healed I came from a broken home, Most days I find it easy to eat (though) Put me on my sleeves, I’m tryna be like baby (wham) Spendin’ everything I got, I guess I’m takin’