[Intro : Roddy Ricch]
(Ronny J, what's up man?)

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I ain't even cry, it's even hard some days and
Prolly the reason why, it's 'cause I got brothers in the grave, and
Still keep a cutter if I ran into the jakes
I remember I was hoppin' fences, scuffin' up my J's
Still tryna make a hunnid some' in a day, ayy
Still tryna make sure all my brothers gettin' payed, ayy
And around my city I know these niggas hate
And it's probably 'cause I got these rackies in the safe

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
And it's probably 'cause you see me shinin' in a real way
If that pussy nigga came back, ain't they want the drill day
I got them niggas totin' nines when I'm on a chill day
If a nigga talkin', I can send him on a field day
He ain't on my reach, I swear I get him touched
All I gotta do is point, I ain't even gotta push no button
And I stand on everything, I'on fall for nothin'
Got two twin FN's, and my AR's cousins

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch and Polo G]
I ain't even cry in seven-hunnid some days and
Prolly the reason why, it's 'cause I got brothers in the grave, and
Still keep a cutter if I ran into the jakes
I remember I was hoppin' fences, scuffin' up my J's
Still tryna make a hunnid some' in a day, ayy
Still tryna make sure all my brothers gettin payed, ayy
And around my city I know these niggas hate
And it's probably 'cause I got these rackies in the safe (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Who really ridin' for me? Watched my friend leave from the window seat
Mansion out in Hollywood, I hate that you ain't live to see it
Miss all my niggas dead and gone, make victory so bittersweet
Where I'm from its murder, murder, that's how the killers think
It seems like the devil got a hold over us
Runnin' to these blessings, Maybach doors open up
How I blossom through the trenches? Bitch, I rose from the mud
I get distant 'cause I can't be overdosin' on your love
Shinin' like the stars bright, swear we done seen some dark nights
Yeah, we had a hard life, just learn to play your cards right
Baby, I'm a rockstar, but no, not the guitar type
Pussies what the opps are, I'm hoping that they all die

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I ain't even cry in seven-hunnid some days and
Prolly the reason why, it's 'cause I got brothers in the grave, and
Still keep a cutter if I ran into the jakes
I remember I was hoppin' fences, scuffin' up my J's
Still tryna make a hunnid some' in a day, ayy
Still tryna make sure all my brothers gettin payed, ayy
And around my city I know these niggas hate
And it's probably 'cause I got these rackies in the safe