(Let’s get ready to rumble!)
(Whoo Kid)
(RSK, let it play, boi)

Fuck what the ‘Gram say, we made it
Fuck what your Twitter say, we made it
And fuck what these hoes say, we made it
And fuck what these niggas say, we made it
Ain’t gon’ pick your diamond color, my baby
Ain’t gon’ pick your favorite kind of Mercedes
We just some early birds, droppin’ for the latest
It ain’t no doubt, I’m show it off and they hate it

Uh, ayy, yeah, ayy
If I die, take me to my grave in the limo
Know they done sleepin’ on me, they stuck in the limbo
When I made my first hunnid racks I said “Bingo”
And for my safety I hold the stick like a gimbal
And that money calls but you gotta know the ringtone
I’m never alone, I’m with them niggas I’d sin for
Matter of fact I just caught the ones that’s missin’ to let ’em know
I love my niggas
We can pray to God or pray to Allah, my niggas
We won’t survive if we ain’t got love, my nigga
If you say that’s your dawg, that’s my dawg, my nigga
And if you say that’s you opp, that’s my opp, my nigga
Ain’t no conditions
I’m a grown man, fuck a friend, you my sibling, you dig?
Stick to the mission
We came from the dirt, you gon’ see us when we winnin’ (My nigga), ayy

Fuck what the ‘Gram say, we made it
Fuck what your Twitter say, we made it
And fuck what these hoes say, we made it
And fuck what these niggas say, we made it
Ain’t gon’ pick your diamond color, my baby
Ain’t gon’ pick your favorite kind of Mercedes
We just some early birds, droppin’ for the latest
It ain’t no doubt, I’m show it off and they hate it, uh

(RSK, let it play, boi)