No, no, no
 No, no
 No way
Vince up on my tags, stay relaxed in knitted rags
My house is covered in Neiman bags, find me posted in the gash
With the lights off
Use to smoke that shit that smoke smell just like lysol
I never liked yall
So I stay in my house, plottin up on my couch
Dont open up my mouth til I make sure the check dont bounce
See when we steppin out, dont need no weapons out
I used to get left out, now I dont need no extra clout
You and yours so extrad out, thats way too much you doin
Its way too far, you reachin, better stretch before you pull it
Never see me out, dyin on a private route
Used to hop the fences on the nights we used to hide it out
Now I just do me and they so quick to go and write it down
You can do the things I do but never be who I am now
In this bitch forever, 42 carats hit my sweater
Im ready, we set the bar like its heavy
Then go like Richard Petty
Every time I turn around, I see the same thing
I see the same faces, I see the same names
Every time I turn around, I see the same thing
I see the same faces, I see the same names