text: Backwood stuffed with a .35 when I creep out
  Probably throwin peace signs out the window
  Im busy, I aint got time for pretendin
  Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
  Sweat when we fuckin, work out like its fitness
  We aint goin steady, try not to catch feelings
  She tryna start rappin, she want her a feature 
  I aint into mixin my hoes with my business
  Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chillin
  I cant even lie, I be feelin alone even when in a room full of niggas
  Devil play with my mind for a long enough time, now he dont even know how Im livin
  Had to give it to God and went got on my grind and I turned up all on these niggas
  Plus I stay with that iron, Im Baby, dont pay me no mind
  Told the bitch play with SEGA, dont play with my mind
  Take DaBaby away, Im still Jon, that lil nigga gon stay on his grind
  I got all the way up out the mud fore I got here, they aint really want me to shine
  Plus, I aint ever think I was like one of you niggas, I been this way since I was five
  Thank God I passed it along to my daughter, her confident qualities
  She only three, got a whole nother beautiful daughter
  They look like each other, cant wait til the day that they meet
  I knew it was room at the table for me to get somethin, so I turned up and got me a seat
  Just to get what they want, they gon say that they love you
  You gotta be patient and watch how they creep
  Took the diamonds off all of my teeth
  Wont let them put me in a box, mama bought the Reeboks cause them bitches was cheap
  First day of school, we had new soldier Rees
  When Im talkin to God only time on my knees
  Even while on your knees with your hands in the air, police shootin before they say freeze
  Nother piece of us dead on the streets
  Backwood stuffed with a .35 when I creep out
  Probably throwin peace signs out the window
  Im busy, I aint got time for pretendin
  Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
  Sweat when we fuckin, work out like its fitness
  We aint goin steady, try not to catch feelings
  She tryna start rappin, she want her a feature
  I aint into mixin my hoes with my business
  I aint into mixin my hoes with my business
  You gotta believe me, all this aint easy
  Tell a fuck ho, Get out, if she ever think that she dont need me
  I touched the look on my watch, now its two-tone
  Watch you think be the chance I could juke on
  Know Im flyer than a bird, I be fly with the words
  Ill fuck round, shit on your tombstone
  Back to the basics, I aint buyin no ASICS
  I told gang, Grow weed fore he cop from a nigga
  Cause these niggas be hatin, he know that theyll fuck round and lace it
  Out in New York, still fly with the pole, young nigga flyer than a ho
  I be one-deep, numbers, four-deep, put Forgis on the rims, then I go slide with your ho
  But excuse me? I never aint asked for this lifestyle
  They get scared, know we shoot when them pipes out
  The police tell him freeze with his hands up
  He go pull his pants up, damn, now he lights out
  My mama treat me like a veteran
  My brother think that Im ahead of him
  I tell him just cause I got all the money, I aint actin funny
  He the reason Im better than shit that I used to be
  I took an OnlyFans bitch, turned her into a star
  Yeah, right, nigga, gotta get used to me
  I give a damn bout a ho cause the last bitch I fucked with, she ended up usin me
  I know she mad that she ended up losin me
  I know she mad that the lil bitch a fool to me
  I been had it, baby, none of this new to me
  Better think twice fore you think about usin me
  Backwood stuffed with a .35 when I creep out
  Probably throwin peace signs out the window
  Im busy, I aint got time for pretendin
  Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
  Sweat when we fuckin, work out like its fitness
  We aint goin steady, try not to catch feelings
  She tryna start rappin, she want her a feature
  I aint into mixin my hoes with my business
  Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chillin, I aint really pressed for no bitches
  I know you aint callin yourself a real nigga, upset cause you pressed for a picture
  I know that they ten steps behind on a few of my gifts and they dont really get it
  They know if they touch one of mine, Ima air this bitch out
  I put that on Miss Linda