| Yeah, yeah, things get strange |
| Everyday my shoulder’s holdin' weight, yeah |
| Feel like I’m golden state |
| Yeah, team full of niggas winnin', can’t complain, yeah |
| Yeah, things get strange |
| All these women tryna go both ways, yeah |
| Uh, ayy, uh-uh-uh |
| Everyday’s a kamikaze inside my brain |
| I just need to air it out |
| Choppa hit you, we gon' air it out |
| Shoot at anybody tryna take me out |
| They tried to take my spot, but turned into a frown |
| Bitch, I’m high up off the narcotics, ain’t nobody takin' me down |
| Remember way back in high school, wakin' up to gun sounds |
| And like my Wednesdays were best days, tears of a clown |
| Now I just flex up on my worst days, had to figure out |
| How to turn my Nike into Prada |
| Keep them stripes up on me, like a mobster (Oh shit) |
| I’ve been layin' low, I don’t want attention |
| It seem like nowadays if you wanna change, you’ll end up missin' |
| It seem like nowadays if you wanna be yourself, you’ll end up distant |
| Well I’m getting high anyway, only fuck with Backwoods, fuck a swisher |
| It feel like everyday survival |
| Winner Mary Jane, tryna cure the pain |
| Feel like everybody is rival |
| Nothing will ever, I’ma just pour this drink up |
| Yeah, yeah, things get strange |
| Everyday my shoulder’s holdin' weight, yeah |
| Feel like I’m golden state |
| Yeah, team full of niggas winnin', can’t complain, yeah |
| Yeah, things get strange |
| All these women tryna go both ways, yeah |
| Uh, ayy, uh-uh-uh |
| Things get strange (Things get strange) |
| Holdin' weight, yeah (Yeah, golden state) |
| Huh, can’t cimplain, yeah (Ayy) |
| Things get strange (Strange) |
| Both ways, yeah |
| Uh, uh, yeah |
| Uh |