Lk, nigga (oh)
There's no cap in here, nigga
(Zerby), yeah, yeah

This that drank talk
I'm in the studio sweating hard, I took my shirt off
Got fifty thousand in my pocket, 'bout to count it all
Look to the sky and I thank God I ain't a dirtball
Let it sink in
I'm going hard, I'm pouring lean, I'm in the deep end
They try to judge me, always tell me I be tweaking
But deep down know they hate themselves and that's the reason
I can't believe them, I'm just my own breed

I did this shit all on my own, I'm talkin' 'bout lonely
And rest in peace to speaker knockerz, long live homie
He tried to dap me up, ain't know I had it on me (huh)
These niggas phony (huh)
I know I

I know I got a different style
I know you wanna come over and just stay a while
I know I be too high, I'm steady walking on the clouds
I know you wanna see me, but I'm running up the miles

I'm coming back for you shawty, I'm coming back
I'm coming back for you shawty, I'm coming back
I smoke a lot of weed, be forgetting where I am at
I do a lot of drugs, I am sorry, but that's the facts

This that drank talk
I'm in the studio sweating hard, I took my shirt off
Got fifty thousand in my pocket, 'bout to count it all
Look to the sky and I thank God I ain't a dirtball
Let it sink in
I'm going hard, I'm pouring lean, I'm in the deep end
They try to judge me, always tell me I be tweaking
But deep down know they hate themselves and that's the reason
I can't believe them, I'm just my own breed (breed)

Hol' up, I just took a hit before the verse (oh, yeah)
Rappers say they coming for me, put 'em in a hearse (oh, yeah)
I came up out the grave, so I swear this is just rebirth (let's go)
Try to play a nigga, I'ma show you who I am (uh-huh)
I never gave a fuck, I feel like I am killer kam (uh-huh)
Nigga try me, he gon' find his body in the dam (he gone)
Thought he was my nigga, but I knew he was a fan (oh)

I was on a trip, I was going out my mind
I was overthinking, I was tryna take some time
She say she wanna fuck, I send them chills down her spine

This that drank talk
I'm in the studio sweating hard, I took my shirt off
Got fifty thousand in my pocket, 'bout to count it all
Look to the sky and I thank God I ain't a dirtball
Let it sink in (okay)
I'm going hard, I'm pouring lean, I'm in the deep end (let's go)
They try to judge me, always tell me I be tweaking (let's go)
But deep down know they hate themselves and that's the reason (oh, no)
I can't believe them (oh, no), huh, I'm just my own breed (oh, no)
(Oh, no)