It's a thousand ways to get a bag and you ain't pick one
A thousand ways to die and number two is from the stick so run
Claiming you a demon cuz you paid a thousand for that gun
When you don't got a thousand in yo safe these niggas really bums
They hate me well I don't give a damn you know who really won
Can't recreate or imitate me cuz I'm one of one
Like bron son might ball out in LA just gotta wait and see
It's thousands upon thousands of these niggas who wanna be me
Im talkin shit while walkin on the track but this ain't PE
I'm mad cuz I blew bout 20 bands at 23
I heard you got a girl but her name in my phone is Uber eats
She bad and she won't
Ever get a ring damn this hoe CP3
Bumpin motion music still cuz yo tape overrated
If Soe the gang ain't in yo playlist then you hatin
Ion hang wit new niggas that's something I been overstated
Tay and Mali got that shit on so why these hoes waitin
These niggas test my patience
But I'm not feelin gracious
Next time I'm not gone turn the cheek im tired of playin savior
Next dime I gotta get the cheeks she the best flavor
Next rhyme you not gone understand til a week later
I'm gettin old f*ck I really gotta lock in every day
Can't play cuz them niggas think they hottest in the bay
Real nigga unlike other folk I chose to keep the peace
But if these niggas mad bout shit I said I guess we gotta beef
(FUCK THEM OTHER NIGGAS)