text: We fucked up, fucked up
  We fucked up, fucked up
  We fucked up, fucked up
  Yah
  We up, We feel good
  Thats when I found out, that this was fire, we lit
  We fire, I got friends I got enemies
  And Im sippin wock, pick that like a I do what I want lock
  Wow
  And I feel good
  But what you know bout that
  We gettin cash, like at the booth
  How, wow
  Damn, Im good
  Enemies, Friends
  You know that you dead
  I do what I want
  Fucked up
  Fucked up
  Hahahahah
  Damn
  I feel bad, get that?
  You know
  We fucked up, fucked up
  We fucked up, fucked up
  We fucked up, fucked up
  Yah
  Close to my enemies 
  I need better energy 
  When I told you fuck you, you thought I was playin, huh?
   But I meant the shit literally
  She want to vibe but I told her fuck that 
  She looking at me like she surprised
  Theyre packin the post and Im home alone
  When the box hit the door, they go for 35
  I try to put on for my partners, they turn into enemies right before a nigga eye
  You reach for a shake, Ima hold out a fist
  Giving a nigga a quarter pound without the fries
  I just went double platinum with no features
  Just to show a nigga I dont really need him
  Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake
  Its guaranteed hell fold and bite the hand that feed him
  And I know you think that I aint see it
  And I know you bitch aint got a car
  Dont make me go and buy a bitch a lil Prius
  Fuck on the camera, we can call it even
  Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin
  And Ima rake em in a pile, throw em in a bag
  Tie them bitches up and leave em
  Cause most of these niggas are deceiving
  And I