Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yeah, ay
Ay, this is a Trademark produ-

[Verse]
Boy, you toast if you act scarred in this bitch
Turn your block to a graveyard in this bitch
All my niggas tote ARs in this bitch
Aint no games, we dont play cards in this bitch
I might flip and go AWOL in this bitch
Never fold and I stay tall in this bitch
Remember when I still played ball in this bitch
Im the 67 Chris Paul in this bitch
Alley-oop, then I slam dunk in that bitch
I dont want her, please have fun with your bitch
Dont be silent, boy, say some' in this bitch
'Cause diploma wont get none in this bitch
I aint hungry, I went hard for this shit
Mama told me, 'Youll go far with this shit'
Never switch up and take off with this shit
Just remember to thank God for this shit
Okay, right, Ma, yeah, I need that, I need you
When I turn around, no one was there except for me and you
I dont ever want to see you, down and out, I payed the fees too
I dont ever want to let you down, I dont ever want to leave you
Now they cant say shit while we up, yeah
Fuck 'em, they werent there when we was stuck, yeah
You said I'm a diamond in the rough (Yeah), yeah
No believers, you said, 'Try your luck,' yeah
I tried to help, you wont let me
If you was gone, who gon' catch me?
Thats why Im living so edgy
My life repeating, a death scene
I told her it can get messy
'Cause I could barely love myself, yeah
I could barely trust myself, yeah
Battle scars, all I felt, yeah
Oh, bitch bad, she wanna fuck with a nigga
Im ridin' round, I made it city to city
No Kappa meeting, Im the new Diggy Simmons
My mama miss me, said Im acting too busy
Im sorry, Mama, I love chasing these digits
I promise, Coco, when Im home, we gon' hit it
And fuck your job, Im doing good, you could quit it
And fuck these niggas, they on nothing, Im trippin'
And fuck these hoes, they want the clout, they all diggin'
They leeching on me, they just feen for attention
Im counting guala, out the D's in the kitchen
Im enchilada, I got cheese, yeah, Im drippin'
Im Eddie Kane, the way Im cracking these niggas
Wanna bang 'cause Im the captain, lil' nigga
I make it seem like Michael Jackson, lil' nigga
Im in the leagues, and fuck your trapping, lil' nigga, like, yeah
You got bad habits, baby, I got bad ones too
Like a crack addict, I would throw my life for you
This is mathematics, baby, lets add me with you
Im a lone-wolf now, I been out to bat with you
Better show me love when you see me, mask off
She just mixed her mollys with her perkys, get her extra
They dont want to see me score an A-plus on my test, yeah
Heating up Milwaukee, Im applying all the pressure
When Im riding 'round, bitch, Im cruising in a Tesla
Baby, Im not DC from 09, you getting less love
That bitch still wont fuck with me 'cause she know that Im next up
I said, 'Give me toppy 'til its sloppy,' make a mess, yeah
Riding 'round with a vest, yeah, riding 'round with a TEC
Riding 'round with a vest, yeah, riding 'round with a TEC
Niggas, they, niggas, they aiming straight for my neck
Niggas, they aiming straight for my head
Niggas, they aiming straight for my life
Niggas, they tryna take what I made
Niggas, they tryna take what I built up from that bottom, but I aint going out like that
Yes, I know Im blessed yeah, OD
Feeling like the devil crawling on me
Im still hallucinating my dreams
Starting to think theres something wrong with me
Genius