| They won’t decorate my freedom |
| They won’t decorate my freedom |
| Switch on me like seasons |
| Why oh why oh why |
| These are the things gone dry |
| That gives me more fire |
| That gives me more fire |
| Tell your momma |
| I got bigger plans, whip a grand |
| Cut the dough, seize a hand |
| This is that, Tiggy track |
| Free the boy up in the can |
| Back then man will sit and plan |
| Till it double triple back |
| Fuck with mine it’s tit for tat |
| I can’t be the bigger man |
| Bigger now, bigger way |
| They want my head I’m still okay |
| Trust (boop, boop, boop) ricochet |
| Niggas know I been away |
| Damn, these roads are slippery |
| (Boop, boop, boop) |
| My matey’s mama relocate |
| I’m tryna wash my sins away |
| It gets harder every single day |
| Whip an excursion |
| Driven in German |
| Dribbling, earning |
| Really lifestylin' |
| Livin' and learnin' |
| Still call me sturdy |
| Tiggy like Merlin |
| The real life sturgeon |
| Really been certain |
| Mama been working |
| Ain’t no tryna retire |
| Swear I get me more fire |
| They won’t decorate my freedom |
| They won’t decorate my freedom |
| Switch on me like seasons |
| Why oh why oh why |
| These are the things gone dry |
| That gives me more fire |
| That gives me more fire |