[Intro]
Every time a back turn on me, I got taller
Every time they switched up on me, I stood taller
I'm never gon' change on my twizzy 'bout a dollar
How the hell we got rich and you got lame? Tell me that—
(Bhristo, talk to 'em slime)
[Chorus]
Everybody turned they back on me, but I stood taller
"How your money got so big, Yeat?" 'Cause yours got smaller (Let's go)
I was pushing wide-body Cutlis, you Impala
And I keep a couple baby bottles like a toddler (Yeah)
I'ma drip myself the fuck out, I don't need no stylist (Stylist)
Bitches on that white, on Miley Cyrus (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I told 'em, "I was never home" (Huh)
Yeah, I'm too hard-headed, can't admit when something's gone wrong (Ha, yeah, huh, phew)
[Verse]
Please leave me alone
I just copped a plane from East LA (Brr) to out in SoHo (Phew)
Wake up and I'm nodding off the Perc', I'm living slow, oh
I done stayed down for so many years, I finally signed, huh (Let's go)
Money touched the ceiling while all your shit declining (Declining, let's go)
Once that EDD start coming in, it's 'bout to change the climate (Woah)
We gon' see who did and see who doesn't, see who 'bout it ('Bout it, woah)
Yeah, they can see how many pounds I moved, talkin' 'bout exotics (Let's go)
They turned they backs, I turned that to leverage
Pressure on me, yeah, I sharpen the edges
I was broke with a vision, they never respected
Now they stare when I walk in like somethin’ infectious
I don’t bend for the clout or the chatter
I don’t fold when the numbers get fatter
Same code, same soul, just faster
You switched up once, you don’t matter
I was starvin’, I ate off belief
Now my name gettin’ heavy in streets
I don’t flex for the net, I repeat
I been him before checks hit me
They get rich then they sever they roots
That’s why I stand how I stand in the booth
Cut ties, had to sever the weak
I stayed ten when the pressure was peak
I don’t talk, I let time do the talkin’
Every loss turned fuel in the coffin
If you crossed me, don’t act like we locked in
I stood taller, I’m done with the options
"How your money got so big, Yeat?" 'Cause yours got smaller (Let's go)
I was pushing wide-body Cutlis, you Impala
And I keep a couple baby bottles like a toddler (Yeah)
I'ma drip myself the fuck out, I don't need no stylist (Stylist)
Bitches on that white, on Miley Cyrus (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I told 'em, "I was never home" (Huh)
Yeah, I'm too hard-headed, can't admit when something's gone wrong (Ha, yeah, huh, phew)
[Outro]
Please leave me alone, huh
