作词 : Avery Marcel Joshua Jones/Kyle Thomas Harvey
 作曲 : Avery Marcel Joshua Jones/Braxton Cook
Love is love, sun is up, **** it up
 Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
**** a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me ****
 Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah
 Woke up in my bag
 Only focused on my path
 They have kicked me at my lowest
 Now they hit me like my bae
 Hear that birdie sing that song
 Ain't no kick drum but it slap
 My lil' baby love me long
 I got these blessings in my lap
My niggas hungry like it's Ramadan
 Shooters like it's columbine
 Comin' for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign
 Take my forty acres
Got a nigga for my slaver
You could keep the ****in' papers
Pull that trigger, b***h, you outta time
Young b***h from the East Coast
 Been livin' like I got a cheat code
 Hittin' people with the free gang
 Keep three friends like Migos
 See feds through peepholes
 I peep game and keep on
 See me runnin' to the sunset
 I'ma blow this shut up like a C4
 Like yeah, I got the drip
 Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip
 Give me a hand, we takin' a trip
 My shorty a dime, got me a ten
 Yes, I really lived
 If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich
 And when you haters check up on me
 Know that I'ma still be this
 Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day
 Nice smile but he no good what they all say
 When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
Knock, knock, pull up with the b*****s at your doorway
Love is love, sun is up, **** it up
 Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
**** a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me b***h
 Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ****ed up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)
 Yeah, that's what they all say
 But me being perfect? Give me a break
 Maturity's millions of miles aways (Phew)
 All of these demons, they got to fight one
 All of these hoes, they got to like one
 My situation is a tight one
 What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?
Now get the Porsche and make b*****s say, 'What?'?
 Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?
 Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?
 Yeah, what's weird to me, it appears to be like super lack of sincerity
From everything I hold dear to me (****)
 And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)
It's like b*****s just can't be real with me
 Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)
 I be eatin' bullshit with a smile
B***h, I basically live in denial
 Sayin', "Oh, it ain't so bad"
And tellin' b*****s I ain't sad
Tellin' b*****s that their song ain't trash
 Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad
 I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)
But then again, it's like b***h I'm fired (Haha)
 And I know there's people with less
 And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar
B***h, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway
 I know I'm in good hands like All State
 Sun or rain, joy or pain
 I'm givin' thanks always, always, always
 Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (Always, always)
 Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yeah)
 When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
Knock, knock, pull up with the b*****s at your doorway
Love is love, sun is up, **** it up
 Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
**** a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me b***h
 Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah
 I'm back in the city, I rock and I Milly
 Are you comin' with me or not?
 This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies
I love when they give me the b*****s
 Did it again, did what I said
 Wake up and get to the ends
 This shit is rag, I don't pretend
 I sort that shit in my head
 Used to kick it with the homies, yeah
 Talk shit and sip Jack
 Get drunk up in Coney, yeah
 F train all the way back
 We was duckin' from police
 I don't ride with no phonies
 If you real, then you show me
 Know I'm real if you know me
 People fake so I'm lonely, yeah
 Give me a dab
 I'm never wishin' you bad
 I hope you gettin' your bread
 I hope you gettin' ahead
 And nothin' is settin' you back
Yeah, yeah, I been that b***h
Still authentic b*****s
If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, b*****s
 Get it how you live it though
 Polish up, my spirit's low
 Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for
 Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low
 Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow
 Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day
 Nice smile but he no good what they all say
 When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
Knock, knock, pull up with the b*****s at your doorway
Love is love, sun is up, **** it up
 Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
**** a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me b***h
 Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah