(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
(Mello made it right)
Roast these **** up, ayy, ghost these problems, ayy
Mostly toolied up, goons, ghosts, and goblins
Now mostly bougie stuff, don't see problems
Know she said she was, but, no, she wasn't, yeah
Posted hoodied up, yeah, Gucci bottoms, yeah
Yeah, she lookin' sweet, but low-key rotten (Haha), yeah
Soldiers Uzi'd up, best know we got them, yeah
All these dudes in touch, but low-key Gotham (Smashin')
He's in the back (Huh? Yeah), he got the massive Glock (Yeah)
He's on the left side, squeezin' the Macintosh (Mmh, yeah)
Hollowman's back (Ooh, yeah), you know that I'm back on top (Top)
And everyone eats (What? Yeah), and that's when the rations stop (Jheeze, yeah)
You sat on the fence (Fence), you gettin' me tense (Me tense)
Like go get my money, my twenty percent (Jheeze)
Big movies over there, best know we shot them (Shot them)
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, plus
****, we, we been through all of this before, cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
Comin' from the bottom, stretchin' pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before, duckin' from the war
Hopin' that forever comes, knowin' this is life
But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
Cocaine in a corner pocket, hopin' that
You know we been through all this before
I do not fuck with nobody, I do not have me no friends
I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so if I love you depends
I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin' the 'prints
I did the math, the graph, and givin' you half ain't makin' no sense
I'm still real, and I'm still screamin', "Brook-Brooklyn"
Great scene in that good book
Dope game in my cold vein, so cocaine in my cookbook
Dark skin in my snow white, I think it's a good look
Picked up where you left off, and I gave back what the hood took, so
Callin' it now, next year I'm takin' a Grammy
Usually Sheniqua exclusive, tonight I'm just thinkin' 'bout takin' an Annie
And they just know I'm the key, so I'm just takin' a nanny
****'ll back out they pack and relax off the sack like I'm takin' a Xanny
Man's on a crusade ting
****'ll aim at your head and they come for your top on a toupée ting
Bitches'll play with your heart, just to ball because they on a 2K ting
I'll tell a bad bitch to kick it, and push it, and skate on a Lupe ting
If it is black, then I'm black and I'm black and I'm back on a D'USSÉ ting
****, we, we been through all of this before, cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
Comin' from the bottom, stretchin' pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before, duckin' from the war
Hopin' that forever comes, knowin' this is life
But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
Cocaine in a corner pocket, hopin' that
You know we been through all this before

Writer(s): Marshmello, Carlos St. John, Joshua Luellen & Nathaniel Thompson.