Soon as I get my masters back, they want chatter (Haha)
Now I'm independent, niggas won't fend it (Facts)
White labels tryna turn my Black folk against me
Been sellin' weed, that nigga don't affect me (Ha)
Tell my trappers get the bloomin' bags ready (Bag ready)
We finna fill 'em bitches up with mad reggie (Already)
Take 'em to the block, sell 'em at exclusive price (Haha)
And if they ask why it's trash, at least the bag heavy (Hahaha)
Devil want a nigga soul (Facts)
I beat that nigga a thousand times in a row (Nigga, facts)
Ballin' on a demon like a pick-and-roll (Facts)
She ugly, then I gotta hit her with the woah (This woah)
Shit up in this bitch, goin' hard nigga (Goin' hard, baby)
Runnin' through these bitches like a yard, nigga (Like a yard, baby)
I'm watchin' Complex for the talks, nigga (Woo)
'Cause it's an everyday struggle, fuck Mal, nigga (Nigga, fuck 'em)
I got love for 'em 'til they count me out (Uh)