Net 30 (Intro)

I'm the missin' piece to the youth

And to the streets, I'm the truth

But to the opps, I'm a trophy

Voice of the hood, I get on beats and let my soul speak

This ain't a song, this an anthem

Wanna see my **** all get rich and ride Phantoms

Cash out mansions and bust down Rollies

Runnin' up a check instead of runnin' from the police (Instead of runnin' from the police)

I ain't know nothin' about no Richard Mille

I was tryin' not to slip and let these **** kill me

'Cause these **** doin' drills for the thrill

Everything I rap is real, ayy, this city give you chills

It's a cold world, but I'm still outside

**** prayin' on my downfall, but still, I rise

And when I die, blow a whole bag at my funeral

All-white doves, my shit better be beautiful (Yeah)

****, the city better celebrate my legacy

And make sure them **** is my brothers when they carry me (Brothers)

Tell all of my ex-hoes don't show up and embarrass me (What?)

And put a million dollars in my casket when they bury me

This therapy

That's what my music like for street **** (Street ****)

We took our losses like bosses, we gon' keep winnin' (Gon' keep winnin')

**** ghosted on the 'net, **** sneak dissin'

Ayy, tell our opps we fifty up and we gon' keep spinnin' (Brr)

Hundred-round Draco, we get busy, no kizzy (No cap)

You lookin' at them **** in the city, we get litty (We litty)

Suckers switched sides, now them **** on my shit list (On my shit)

Lookin' in the mirror, can't believe I made it this rich

Bust-down Carti' on my wrist, this shit feel different (This shit feel)

These **** prayin' that I lose, but I'm still winnin' (Still winnin')

A **** made it out the trenches, but I'm still in it

You inside, we outside in the field with it (Let's get it)

First check, I went crazy in the streets (Facts)

Flooded out the Cuban and went crazy on the piece (Bling)

Second check, a **** went crazy with the chops (Chops)

Bought 'em for the hood and went crazy on the opps (Brr)

I be bag chasin' on this money on my lonely (Money on my lonely)

I tell 'em like, "Back, back, ****, you don't know me" (You don't know me)

These groupie hoes won't let me go, they tryna ho me (What?)

Remember back then, she ain't want me, now she all on me

The money didn't change me, it just changed the way I look at shit (Changed the way I look at shit)

You **** don't really love me, you just full of shit (Full of shit)

And you was supposed to hold me up, that's how it should've went

But **** let me down, so I'm careful who I pull up with (Let's go)

I done seen record deals and said I wouldn't take it (Said I wouldn't take it)

And took care of ho **** that said I wouldn't make it (That said I wouldn't make it)

Now these **** callin' my phone tryna rekindle (Watch out)

This Lamborghini only fit two, it's not a limo (Skrrt)

You **** not invited to this party this time (This time)

I'm ballin' and I got another million on my mind (On my mind)

**** breakin' alarm clocks they should've set early (Should've set early)

Show 'em what's the true definition of net thirty

Net thirty, ****