(Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six) (Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six) (Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six) (Nine Three Six) When I die put me in a mausole— Wearing Demna Gvasalia Till the death need my per diem, I should reup All these headshots, and hollow tips, ain't hard to reach 'em Send this money to the shell account in Argentina Part of me should try to feel the way I felt when I was no one Instead of making plays, gotta stay watch my nephew grow up Hard to know what's real anymore when I'm looking at the ceiling of the bunk Hard to show up when my feelings validated by your love Like it ain't hard enough to wake up every morning as it is And that's how it's been, I feel it's twice as bad for y'all (Too many diamonds make the watch heavy) It's a wrist breaker, I'm a bitch taker Get paper, switch fits, you mistake 'em, this rate, I been ballin' You been fake, you been fraudin' I'm over that, 'cause you back on that bullshit And I'm back on my shit, bull It's wishful thinking that you'd have a dog in this fight You should wish more 'cause I'm Vick, bull And I stand that ground, dog The one that you went and ran back on You the type we should go and pull masks on And ask what the fuck did you ever came back for? As soon as you thought you were getting as good as my last song Had to go and prove that wrong Get smacked and laughed at where I'm from They'd tell you that's a bad jawn And I ain't worried 'bout a dollar, or whether I get my next spin T-t-this is not a fight club, we jumping you if you step in So tell a bitch ass motherfucker it's destined I been all around the world and back So what the fuck do y'all know when you ain't stepped out your backyard? I know none of y'all are thurl as that So stop talking down on me, actin' tough when you tryna act hard They told me put my old shit back up, I gave them tracks up A made a million off this, y'all lucky I never act up I keep my boys fed, and my family's racks up Oh, no, oh, no, and on the— And on the low, when I exchange, I'm iffy about the hand Balenciaga pants, with or without 'em, I'm still the man It's different, do what I want, you bitchin', do what you can I keep it the way it's been, you switch up and ditch the fam Oh God, on God, on God, why do they act up? A long time coming, and a longer time has us dead Get me to the start of the ending It's way too late to stay as much as it's tempting me It's tempting me, it's tempting me I watch myself look back at all the things that I've done The person I have become in the last few years And I wouldn't change it for the world Why the fuck would I change it for you? Why would I change it for you? Why would I change it for you? Do you know who the fuck you are? 'Cause I know who the fuck I am And I will never change it for you (Yeah) I remember back, 2016, a '97 Ford, 250, 000 miles on it Seems forever ago, was making fifteen songs a week in the basement, just me and Drew I wish we could've seen the future on a split screen Was slept on back then Now motherfuckers wishing that they would wake up in this dream 'Cause we ain't shopping at the mall no more We fuck around and spend a thousand on Rick jeans Ten bands on a wrist piece Advancing to give these motherfuckers a taste of the medicine that they'd give me Lil' bitch, please, either get with it or let my clique breathe This is not the same energy that I would expect if you made up to the big leagues I been me after everything that I've been seen I wouldn't trust a soul, keep my head up whenever it gets mean Ain't signed on no 360, we split it up over on this team Target up over their head Never missing a moment to make sure this shit bleeds And they still sleeping on me