KMJ, what the heat? Turn the lights down on focus, I've been meditating Feelin' blessed cause niggas thought that I would never make it Tryna see how I done made it out the streets And start to give back to my people And these pussy niggas steady hatin' So tell me what I'm supposed to do, momma? How can I choose, momma? Born a winner, how the *** am I gon' lose, momma? Heaven sent, so I'm just tryna pay my dues, momma For them sad times, we be singin' countin' blues, momma Known for chasin' paper, I don't do the beef So why they plottin', talkin' bout what they gon' do to me? I ain't the type to cop a deuce And if a nigga think he finna disrespect me It's a murder, either you or me That ain't a maybe, it's a definitely COVID-19, so why ain't a nigga checkin' me? I vow to keep em in they feelings, that's my specialty I never let em get the best of me Ballin' way too hard, I need a referee Tell these niggas I might Hit the jewelry and just drop racks I might keep one in the head, ain't gotta cop back Ain't a thing y'all could cop I might go and cop that coupe and let that top back Nigga, I might I might go on and change the game on em *** them coochies, I might cop them Louis Franz on em Talkin' real and switchin' lanes on em Don't you run up on that, boy, keep that flame on em Social distance, give em six feet Make it under if they ever try to get me I know they wanna see me deader in the cell Even on the streets broke, so I can't let nobody trick me But I can't understand em Cause I still had to manage When they was up, yeah, I was empty-handed Side of the road, yeah, I was really stranded So go on and let me shine Cause I done seen some damage Just gotta roll it, it's my time Salute to Tony Hawk, can't let him knock me off my grind Know it's *** your two cent if you ain't help me with a dime Had to talk with Amazon, cause now I think I'm in my prime And nowadays, we take the blessings how they come That boy a superstar, so how he come from out the slums? How he touch a hundred thousand when his hood be touchin' guns? And it's still free cavey hood, yellin' praise Blum Tell these niggas I might Hit a Juul and just drop racks I might keep one in the head, ain't got a cock back Ain't a thing y'all could cop that I might go and cop that coupe and let that top back Nigga, I might I might go on and change the game on em *** them Guccis, I might cop them Louis Franz on em Talkin' real and switchin' lanes on em Don't you run up on that, boy, keep that flame on em Don't you run up on that, boy, keep that flame on em Don't you run up on that, boy, keep that flame on em