You, ooh

It was a stormy winter

I watched the city burn

And ever since I can remember

That's just the way it hurts

And it goes on and on and on

Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all

Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow

Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more)

'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now

Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason

Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now

La, da-da, da-da, da

La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da

They cut my palms with paper

Made from her Autumn leaves

I'm bleedin' out disclaimers

Into my family tree

Fuck the interviews to enterprise

I'd rather look into my mother's eyes

And let it be

Let it be, ee, yeah

Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow

Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more)

'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now

Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason

Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now

La, da-da, da-da, da

La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da

[Smino:]

When the sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top)

Pull up on you just like a sock (Just like a sock)

Come and ride we don't even gotta talk (We ain't gotta talk)

Yeah, yeah, YEBBA

Yeah, but I was 'posed to make it by now (Uh-oh)

Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (Uh-oh)

Yeah, we always got time to do better (Uh-oh)

Yeah, but I was tryna to it right now (Uh-oh)

And we growin' up in the town (Uh-oh)

Where they never showed love to the brown (Uh-huh)

Twenty-four hours ain't enough time (Uh-huh)

I was fightin', throwin' hands with the clock (Uh-oh)

Never been sweet, no honeycomb (Oh, oh)

Money gone, granny gone, run along (Woah, oh)

City burn, pin it on Pentagon (Oh, oh)

Can't make it up no Revlon (Woah, oh)

Shit bubble up , RevRun (Oh, oh)

Had the episodes, this a re-run (Oh, oh)

And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend"

Told God that I feel like a stepson (Oh)

Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh

Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh

Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs

Nowadays the distance hit me hard (Hit me hard)

I admit, I'm addicted to livin' large (Livin' large)

One, three, five, seven/1357, beat the odds (Beat the odds)

[Yebba:]

Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow

Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more)

'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now

Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason

Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now

La, da-da, da-da, da

La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da