Iām just what you made, God
Not many I trust
Ima go my own way, God
Take my FATE to wherever you want
Iām out here, on my son
Wonāt stop ātil I get me some
Club hoppinā tryinā to get me some
Bad bitches wanna get me sprung
Early in the morning, Iām wakinā bakinā
Drankinā, contemplatinā, aināt no such thing as Satan
Evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush
That big body Benz I was born to push
On my way Iām burning kush
Nigga donāt be worryinā 'bout us
Neighbors knockinā on the door, asking can we turn it down
I say, āAināt no music onā she said, āNaw, that weed is loudā
Nigga, we ballinā, straight swagginā
Lost heart, but Iām maintaininā
Iāve been told that Iām amazing
Make sure keep that fire blazinā, we livinā