U still the lil homie

I get geeked by myself, I'll serve it with no scale

I can whip it with no L's, I can show you how to ball on em

Benz with no traction, aint gone stall on me

Niggas cappin' bout they past, you still the lil homie

Aye Goyard on my baggage, where the fuck my package at

I can't even see these niggas, where the fuck my glasses at

Rick Owen coat, I got my strap in that

They like, Woes where you been, where your ass was at

My bitch too attached to me, I go to the trap, it's a tragedy

Fuck I need a 9 to 5? I'll just rap on a beat

I'm in the mafia now, you can't even sit with me

Niggas wanna copy my style since I went industry

I gotta get over myself, I remember them times I ain't had no help

Remember them times I couldn't call on niggas, I had to get it myself

These days I like to ball on niggas bitch, I feel like Steph

I never fold under pressure, nigga, watch me use my left

Triple doubles in the trap spot, this bitch a fein want crack rocks

I know how to use this laptop, I need cold cash, fuck a damn stock

I'm in the matrix, all these niggas bots

I'm on the dark web, all these black cards get swiped a lot

Last thing is first mix the Prometh with the Percocet

Woes in that vert, okay, I see you got your check

Aye baby, keep your legs closed, I'm comin' for that neck

Exotic got me slowed down man, I'm doin' my best to keep up

I get geeked by myself, I'll serve it with no scale

I can whip it with no L's, I can show you how to ball on em

Benz with no traction, aint gone stall on me

Niggas cappin' bout they past, you still the lil homie