Don’t Owe You Gunna

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Metro, Gunna
Ah-yeah, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Lord knows I didn’t have a damn thing (Nah)
And my life almost went down the damn drain (Nah)
Fucked up, I had to remain sane
Had to stay focused so I could maintain
Went and scooped my lil' bro from the chain gang
Can’t be cleanin' on dirt on my damn name
I'ma go put some ice in a plain Jane
I don’t owe you lil' niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)

[Verse 1]
Mount it up, sit it on Forgi's
All my whips, I’ma get 'em imported
That new check got me feelin' important
Just stop coppin' this shit, stop absorbin'
On my high horse, I’m ridin' these Porsches
Sellin' dogfood, I’m servin' to Yorkies
Find a lil' interest in the endorsements
Drive thе spaceship on land like a Martian
Dog, but ain’t doin' no barkin'
My lil' bitch had to get an abortion
Got no timе for that shit, I be tourin'
Go and take you a [?] up to Maury
Takin' off in these jets and I’m soarin'
I’ma jump out, I don’t rock no Ralph Lauren
I'ma blow me a check 'cause I [?]
[?] smoke on some purple [?]