Lyrics:

Cleary got me fucked up
Taking out the trash on yo` ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truckEverything I been through is everything I am
What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up?
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck

I`m what? Come for mines and guns up
Wanna talk, better run ya funds up
I`m from the 5, middle finger like I`m Nudy
It`s Mr turn the tabernacle to a movie, ooo-wee

Keep it moving, nothing to see
I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci
On the block, ain`t have no OG to school me
We just yelling wassup like Skooly

We hit the mall and we ball all day
I really know a drought, so it`s blue hundreds in the safe
My nigga ain`t a Jake, but he running with that K
And you might take a L just for running out your face

I`m still the love doc, hood therapist
My life is VVS, I practice clarity
I practice what I preach
I`m living what I teach
Was looking down now, they looking up to me

Cleary got me fucked up
Taking out the trash on yo` ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
Everything I been through, is everything I am
What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up?
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck

Riding through Atlanta on a off day
Hoping that nobody double cross me
Hit up Keisha, 'Have you seen Parlay?'
`Cause he ain`t make it to the after party, aye
Spin the block `cause it`s hot, keeping watch
Six o`clock time for Greg Street to rock
(Hmm, mmm, aye, okay)

I used to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood
Anne`s Snack Bar, where the food real good
I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules
Best of both worlds `cause a nigga went to school
I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl
Might be quiet, baby, but I`m ready to rock your world, yeah
(Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye)