| Uh-huh | 
| Uh | 
| Too much envy in the air | 
| Jealousy over there, they energy hella weird | 
| Gotta keep a distance 'cause them bitches slippin' | 
| And when they do it every day, it turn to repetition | 
| You will not catch me slippin', you will not catch me trippin' | 
| 'Cause my grandma go through summer with no air conditioning | 
| So why the fuck would I let myself get in their position? | 
| I try to tell 'em, «Get it right,"but they don’t never listen | 
| So every time my bitches call about the same nigga, I answer it | 
| As bad as I wanna cancel it, I gotta have her back | 
| When she cryin' until she passes shit, huh | 
| She always tryna get a glass, a sip | 
| I told her, «This is life, you just gotta wake up and grasp this shit,"huh | 
| Ain’t got no time to make no accidents 'cause you gotta be passionate | 
| If you want something, you gotta go after it | 
| And that’s gon' make you the baddest bitch 'cause ain’t nobody hand you shit | 
| Can’t nobody hold me back no more, huh | 
| Yeah, look, and can’t nobody hold me back no more | 
| I’ve been on the right track so far | 
| Don’t even be texting 'em back no more | 
| 'Cause my mind on my money | 
| These niggas ain’t where it’s at no more | 
| I got that much, boy | 
| And you got too many boys in your crew | 
| You niggas got a lot of growin' to do | 
| And you the oldest, you gotta be there to mold 'em into | 
| Something bigger, something better | 
| Problem with these egos now is everybody’s shootin' free throws now | 
| Misery love company, don’t ever let these niggas keep you down | 
| Matter fact, don’t let 'em see you down | 
| 'Cause if they see you down, they gon' try to get up | 
| They gon' know that you stuck, exactly what they want | 
| So even if you fuckin' up, you gotta put on that front | 
| You gotta act like you’re on top, even if your shit sunk | 
| I know this what you want |