i done been down before,i was fucked up-i spent them late nights in them streets,i grind an now my check up-i remember u shyt on me,cuz i was fucked up-all a nigga knew was struggle,swear that i been fed up-left them petty hoes alone,an then i went an bossed up-n that money say what i cant,i dont have to talk much-told my momma that we would make it,on my soul i got us-an the squad we look like money,come an rubberband us-tell these niggas take a seat,cuz i know they cant stand us-n we flexin till lens broken,on your camera-n i got it out the mud,i swear i went an flexed up-now my name ringin is bells, from cali to Atlanta-keep them sticks in arm reach,i know they think on tryin us-use to fuck wit nothin bitches,now its all blak Chinas-n i gave the streets my love,an now they all behind us-in some shyt i cant pronounce,just know thats its desinger-n ex my bitch keep on callin,swipe left i decline her-keep pound or 2 of gas,u know that imma stoner-take ur bitch n give her back,that pussy just a loner-one nite to spend then i dismiss em,i know i dont need her-change tha temp when i walk in,im hot just like a fever-quick to pay a bitch no mind,i act like i dont see her-they say my bitch is eatin good,cuz dick is all i feed her-pour a 4 up for tha fallin,sippin till im fucked up-i just bit on some 30's,why i twist some loud up-dont stut tha gossip,cuz these niggas postin shyt about us-n my momma often worried,prayin that they dont down us-n these bitches on my wave,they tell me plz dont drown uz.....