Lyrics:

[Intro]
Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?
Look, this Alice grandson, Kentrell
Yeah, that lil' boy who you used to always tell on
I used to be jumpin' yo' gate, takin' the oranges

[Verse]
I could tell you that I am proud of myself
I grew up hard, but that's just the way it is
Bad boy, all the neighbors, they ain't want me with they kids
Probably thought that I'd die, but now they see the way I live, oh-oh
I done made it 'cross the field, that's a touchdown
Clockin' in, cut a ki', got the work now
Mama know that we up now
Birkin bag full of cash, hol' on, let's go
They don't like me, but I got it, I'm in it, this how it is
I was down, ain't have nobody, I did it, I smile big
I need forgiveness for things that I did
I'm thankin' God that he blessed me with all of my friends
I'm in the hills with all of these Ms
He don't even nigga smoke K-2, but I'm smokin' this shit with twin
I was stressin' over you while you wildin' out with yo' friends
With my brother in the coupe, go to poppin', we shootin' again, yeah
And I came out the cell, boy
Ain't finish school, but I said that I excel for it
I'm gettin' it in, I ain't quittin' 'cause I'm winnin'
Knowin' how I'm rockin', I ain't stoppin' for the law tonight
Layin' 'round the crib with bad women
Rhythm that I'm feelin', XO got me goin' off tonight
Shawty know she real bad with it
She gon' ride me and ride me 'til I tell her for to stop at the light
Stay off the 'Gram, not makin' friends, and she f*ck with that
She made a video out with 'em, and I'm lovin' that
I got a group of bad women wanna tussle
Pretty, yeah, got it bad, bad, bad, yeah, yeah

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