text: Yeah, yeah
  Moon level, moon level
  Oh yeah
  Moon level, yeah
  Future Hendrix, for real 
  Oh yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Im always high as the moon, tell em, Whats up with that?
  Made her trap with the dope in balloons, man, whats up with that? 
  Aint never have a silver spoon, man, whats up with that? 
  I used to feel like a goon, man, whats up with that? 
  Every year, I tat an angel on me 
  Better be prepared if the devil came for me 
  Its blood diamonds in the field and they golden 
  Im in five different Range Rovers, back to back
  I aint never had shit, whats up with that? 
  I grew up sleepin on pallets, nigga, whats up with that? 
  Fuck around, knock your man off, nigga, for talkin back 
  Everybody hold they hand out, then they gon talk behind your back
  Came from the real bottom, Im a star 
  Nigga, I put red bottoms on my broads 
  Donald Trump might fuck around, deport my cars
  Seventy for a walkthrough, I aint got no time to bargain 
  Zone 6 niggas like to get shit started
  Instagram shooter, you aint hit no targets 
  Im on real drugs, nigga, I got real problems 
  From the real trenches, nigga, I hit real models 
  Im always high as the moon, tell em, Whats up with that?
  Made her trap with the dope in balloons, man, whats up with that? 
  Aint never have a silver spoon, man, whats up with that? 
  I used to feel like a goon, man, whats up with that? 
  Every year, I tat an angel on me 
  Better be prepared if the devil came for me 
  Its blood diamonds in the field and they golden 
  Im in five different Range Rovers, back to back
  We get first dabs on anything round the Act, bless
  Ima smoke this OG Kush up to my fingertip
  I know hoes when they choose, I can read they lips
  Kick them doors down at Fourway, youll be sleepin
  Flood a few crosses out and fight away my demons 
  I was already saucy in it, when I woke 
  Grey Poupon runnin down a leather coat 
  Puttin diamonds round my head, so I toast
  We got penthouse wherever we go 
  Got the spots out the country just to toast 
  Put diamonds on her neck and round her toes 
  You really walkin on diamonds 
  You caught feelings, you cant hide it
  Im always high as the moon, tell em, Whats up with that?
  Made her trap with the dope in balloons, man, whats up with that? 
  Aint never have a silver spoon, man, whats up with that? 
  I used to feel like a goon, man, whats up with that? 
  Every year, I tat an angel on me 
  Better be prepared if the devil came for me 
  Its blood diamonds in the field and they golden 
  Im in five different Range Rovers, back to back
  Yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Oh yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Oh yeah