Lyrics:

[Intro]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
Don't trust bitches, out all my dargs, there's some I can trust (Huh)
They think they got one up on us (That's what they think)
Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us (Baow, baow, baow)
(Lekaa Beats)

[Verse 1]
The fake do a good job blending in with the real these days, but I still tell the difference
Realness get recognition, I recognised that from a distance
See it from far (Wait)
Bare ANPR, told bro, 'Beg you don't smoke weed in the car' ('Low it)
It feels good to see me in the charts, I used to hit shots, sell rock and link in parks (Alright)
You've been warned, I'll ring the alarm
They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once
YG got the trench coat on, it's black and long like a Christian nun
Tryna locate me a new plate, I don't put trust in vintage guns
Stop winging and go get some money, what's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright)
For my livelihood, push white in my hood, but I don't recommend it, there's no longevity
'Central, don't forget me', money don't make me lose my memory
A2 Anti, do man badly, do that gladly (Baow, baow, baow)
I treat every day like a Monday mornin', I treat every month like a January
[Chorus]
Uh, they think they got one up on us
D.T.B, I don't trust bitches
Out all my dargs, there's some I can trust
Won't even lie, I got PTSD
Nearly done up a fan 'cause they ran up on us
I left home when I was fourteen
YJ was ten and the man of the house
We go from babies straight to men

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