Real street nigga, over East nigga 
 Herbo when you left them trenches, heard you took a piece with ya 
 It ain't been no peace, they ain't been to sleep 
 Got 'em feeling heat, hold a Glizzy in his fleece 
    I know where I came from, can't change who I'm finna be 
 Still a do my thang on ya gang, like it's ten of me 
 Trust my intuition and my brain, know they finnicky 
 Now I'm straight forever, I'm just making sure my niggas eat   
 Remember me 
 I had all the patience, but I'm still demanding 
 I can't wait on shit but paper 
 Niggas just was standing, me, I took it, I'm a taker   
 I be feeling basic when I'm landing on commercial 
 Buying a plane to boost my brand 
 Left them trenches, I couldn't stand it 
 I kept ending up in bookings for that shit with come with lasers 
 Plus my chain was sixty grand   
 And I was dolo with my .40 
 I ain't have nowhere to hand it off 
 'Cept this one time with my mans, us and the opps was standing off 
 Pressure landed on my back, I caught that shit and ran it off   
 Coincidence, my momma call me Randy, I'm like Randy Moss 
 Everyone depend on me, I disappear, they go crazy 
 I'm that nigga 'round my way, I made 'em go crazy 
 I grew up around madness, so I know crazy   
 Hop out broad day and spray, they say you so crazy 
 When in danger, I get braver, I get so courageous 
 And I'm dope as dope spots 'cause that dope raised me 
 I never quit, still legit, I never switch   
 I'm still working like a bitch, still forget I'm hella rich 
 Pop out feeling like the shit, looking, smelling like a lick 
 On the internet, they jealous, they can tell I'm hella lit 
 Accusations, hoping I explain, I don't tell 'em shit   
 You can't hop up in my shoes fool, they'll never fit 
 I'm in several whips, mind's playing tricks, think I'm selling bricks 
 Taking pics, don't ask me 'bout rapping, that's irrelevant 
 Went the hard way, independent, now I'm going crazy   
 Fans wanna know my business, got 'em going crazy 
 In them trenches 'cause I love my block 
 Love my Glock, hollows pop out, hug my opps 
 And she love the way my chains hang, hug my rocks   
 Real gangster, used to gangbang, so did my pops 
 Wrist rare, look like it's custom made, word to my clock 
 I'll never ever fall and that's word from the top, G Herbo