No, no, (c'mon) no (C'mon) No, no (C'mon man) 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 y'all So I stay in my house, plottin' up on my couch Don't open up my mouth 'til I make sure the check don't bounce See when we steppin' out, don't need no weapons out I used to get left out, now I don't need no extra clout You and yours so extra'd out, that's way too much you doin' It's 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 I'm ready, we set the bar like it's 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