Oh no, oh no, oh no...
Get inside my mind for a minute
I been on 10 for minute
I been lit for a minute
n***as can't touch me
Yo I'm sterile
Now Call me doctor
Show how fakes flip flop no shocker
To me it's no problem, Imma rocker
Keep your ears up no Arthur
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
Who really getting gold?
Who really getting known?
Yall n***as so old
Made me hate myself before I knew myself
With the same old beats with same old flow
There's a lot of places, I won't go
Like back to my old life and back to that old strife
Heard your new sh** and it's slawed out
Have you have you heard my new sh**?
It's rawed out
Feeling myself I'm a dog now
(Roof, roof!)
Hear that adlib better duck down
Trade my camo for a red down
662, I'm the man now
Can't say I'm depressed now
You seen my new chick? That's bad girl
Listen to New York that's bad girl
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
I'm in a different league, in a different bracket
Uh-huh
I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it
Uh-huh
You remember that summer I thought I wouldn't blow?
Then I went in, fuego
Then I knew Tate could blow
Same summer Tate was broke
Depression was heavy you know?
Lost in my mind for a minute
Ain't felt that in a minute
Almost last since last girl was Chopra
I think I need Oprah
Dr. Phil i need a pill
But Praise be to the boy
He the chosen one
He from the mud
That 62 oh god
Why did he leave, yeah
Momma is crying I know
Momma is crying I know
The city has made him so cold
He just want all of the gold
Depression might stop him you know
Church service saved him you know
Rapping might make him you know
School is for losers you know
Moved to the cold just to go broke
Just to go broke
Just to go broke
Riding with my team
Riding, riding with my team
Riding, Riding with my team
Come pull up on the scene, on the scene
Riding with my team
Riding, riding with my team
Riding, Riding with my team
Come pull up on the scene, on the scene