Yeah
My town raised me, I'm still here wavy
Never got rich so the money can't make me
My boys were my boys a decade ago
So I could never put a front on like y'all
They know me, is my mic on?
f*ck your lack of motivation
You ain't never had to rap to keep the lights on
Shit real to me, all your popcorn rap don't appeal to me
I got loyalty in my squadron, I got royalties on the way
R.I.P. Mac, I'm white-boy awesome
Give a goddamn what a critic gotta say, don't gotta play the game
Came up in a small town, why the hell would I politic now?
Doin' all my people dirty and we got beef
Was a problem with me then? It's a problem with me now
I don't ever gotta think about whether it would be better
To piece it up because I know I got what they want
And they got a reason to front
Never needed them but they needed us (Need us)
I know it's a pleasure to be meeting us
They want it off the record when they beg
For me to be on the record but they never put up any bread
Catch a body on anybody's head
When it comes to 16s, I don't need nobody, this shit is dead
RIP, f*ck y'all if you change up
Y'all got rap friends, y'all got famous
I got back end, I got day-ones
I'm still good in the city I came from
Who got your back when the chips low? (Who)
Who shotgun when the whip slow? (Who)
Who been with you from get-go?
When shit pop off, my boys already down