| Phew, phew, yeah | 
| If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you | 
| If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) | 
| Look, look, look, funeral | 
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) | 
| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (Huh) | 
| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) | 
| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) | 
| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy | 
| Money spread on me like Boosie | 
| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship | 
| I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' | 
| All these burners here hot, but we coolin' | 
| I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I’m stupid | 
| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'» | 
| I’m 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em | 
| I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em | 
| I was dead broke, sleep on the futon | 
| Now I’m up, now I’m big house, few of 'em | 
| Everyday I’m lit, my life like a re-run | 
| If I take your shit, can’t give you no refund | 
| Ten mil' for a deal I agree on | 
| I put on for Atlanta like Deion | 
| Chrome Heart glasses, I can’t see 'em | 
| From the apartments to an arena | 
| Where that lil' boy been? | 
| I ain’t seen him | 
| Look at God’s child drivin' the Demon | 
| Fuck what you heard | 
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) | 
| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (Huh, yeah) | 
| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) | 
| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) | 
| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy | 
| Money spread on me like Boosie | 
| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship | 
| Yeah, I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) | 
| Soft top on my car like it’s Jewish (It's Jewish) | 
| Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) | 
| Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt | 
| Lil Tunechi, I’m in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) | 
| I’m gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) | 
| I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) | 
| Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) | 
| No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) | 
| Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) | 
| I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) | 
| Bullets go through your vest like it’s translucent | 
| I smoke the best exclusive | 
| I’m somewhere else secluded (Secluded) | 
| Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in | 
| You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) | 
| I don’t sketch, but the pistol, I drew it | 
| Told myself to continue my duties | 
| I got money from 2002, that I ain’t seen since 2002 | 
| Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' | 
| Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it | 
| Just like I play for Emilio Pucci | 
| I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki | 
| I need a favorite woman like The Fugees | 
| It’s me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges | 
| My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid | 
| No fake asses truly, I’m makin' her moon me | 
| Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt | 
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) | 
| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (I knew it) | 
| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) | 
| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) | 
| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy (Yeah, yeah) | 
| Money spread on me like Boosie | 
| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) | 
| I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') | 
| All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') | 
| I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I’m stupid | 
| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'» (Yeah) | 
| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it | 
| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'» | 
| Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) | 
| Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) | 
| If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you | 
| If you in my way, then I gotta go through you | 
| Funeral |