[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
My town raised me, I'm still here wavy
Never got rich so the money can't make me
My boys were my boys a decade ago
So I could never put a front on like y'all
They know me, is my mic on?
Fuck your lack of motivation
You ain't never had to rap to keep the lights on
Shit real to me, all your popcorn rap don't appeal to me
I got loyalty in my squadron, I got royalties on the way
R.I.P. Mac, I'm white-boy awesome
Give a goddamn what a critic gotta say, don't gotta play the game
Came up in a small town, why the hell would I politic now?
Do one of my people dirty then we got beef
Was a problem with me then? It's a problem with me now
I don't ever gotta think about whether it would be better
To peace it up because I know I got what they want
And they got a reason to front
Never needed them but they needed us (Need us)
I know it's a pleasure to be meeting us
They want it off the record when they beg
For me to be on the record but they never put up any bread
Catch a body on anybody's head
When it comes to 16s, I don't need nobody, this shit is dead
[Outro]
RIP, fuck y'all if you change up
Y'all got rap friends, y'all got famous
I got back end, I got day-ones
I'm still good in the city I came from
Who got your back when the chips low? (Who)
Who shotgun when the whip slow? (Who)
Who been with you from get-go?
When shit pop off, my boys already down