[Verse 1: Jaye Prime]
I came up on that Westside, feels like I'll never leave
Except for when I get high, feels like I'll never sleep
I cash out on that new sh** to make myself believe:
I'd pa** out if I blew this…guess that's what's true to me
Arm right out the window, make sure these n***as see
When tuitions on my wrist & I been thrifting through the D
It gets different when your interests aren't meant for who you meet
You'll be fine, just split the swisher…
Til I'm paid, I'm always free
Living better. Better…
Until I'm paid, I'm always free
You'll be fine, just split the swisher…
Til I'm paid, I'm always free
Don't worry bout a thing, cause you know…
[Hook]
My n***as & I
Shut it down like it's ninety-nine
Ninety-nine, oh [x2]
[Verse 2: Jaye Prime]
If a n***a ain't talking bout cash, he ain't talking bout sh**
If a n***a ain't headed nowhere, can't hop in whip
Real n***as don't play around here
Know n***a got a through k's around here
Shot on Chicago boulevard…
n***as drop everyday round here
Gucci on the wrist, tryna get it in the ‘Yota
Splurge at the thrift, when a n***a get the dough, though
Came with the Swäd—super packed in a four door
Pay me if you wanna see a n***a at the show, though
I'll never mind if you never mind me…
Cause in fine getting mine, getting paid, getting high
Living better. Better…
So gon & split the swisher for me, baby (Don't worry bout a thing)
You'll be fine, just split the swisher…
Til I'm paid, I'm always free
Don't worry bout a thing because…
[Hook]
[Bridge: Jaye Prime]
Now gone & split the swisher for me, baby (For me, for me, for me)
Don't worry
Roll for me… (Roll)
Slow for me… (Slow)
Oh. For me, oh…. It's sickening
[Verse 3: Detroit Che]
What is life for a Queen like me?
Puffing on L's while I'm sipping iced tea
Sick of you n***as that's jocking our slang…
Next n***as gon try to steal our steez
Stupid a** n***a, you a fish outta water
How the hell you gon flood somebody?
Same n***a said he never was on my boat…
I'm sick of nobodies tryna be somebody
I hear the sh** that you mumble about…
I hear the sh** that you mumble about
I heard n***as say that I'm arrogant…
Same lame ain't got a damn thing to be humble about
That's why…Yo, I get it, I get it (I get it, I get it)
I get it, I get it…
They love when you nameless, but hate when you famous
The feeling is sickening—I get it, I get it
But I could never be a f**ing hater
How the f** could that be possible when I be elevated?
Motivating all these motherf**ers that's hibernation
Devastated by these statements
Who ain't saying we the greatest?
n***a, you know like I know
Mention our names & we flooding yo shows
Sicker than syphilis—spitting the illest sh**
Sick of you n***as who hate on my loccs
Che...
[Hook]
[Outro]
For the nine-nine (For the nine-nine) [x4]