[Verse 1: Adam Calhoun]
I ain't 'posed to be here, yeah, that's what they told me
But I keep showin' up like, "Fuck you, pay me", yeah, you owe me
I don't need a record deal for me to see a couple mill'
I drop a record, my people go buy it 'cause that shit is real, ayy
You ain't gonna silence this bias or try to shelf me
Fake as fuckin' bitches lookin' like a filtered selfie
All these streams and record sales, I'm keepin' up with top three
I don't get dropped, I dropped the label, try and stop me
Take a picture, it'll last longer, I'm doin' numbers
I'm talkin' way bigger than last summer, I'm fuckin' hungry
I stay with my buddies, bonfires and hoodies
In the front yard, drinkin' beer, lookin' like bullies, ayy
Don't touch my patience, I went from prison to greatness
I'm sayin' I could stay calm if you hatin', but I'd rather go ape shit
I'm sayin', this is fuckin' legendary
Colder than February, I can't kill you any more, you dead already

[Chorus: Upchurch & Adam Calhoun]
If I walk this red carpet, I'ma leave a trail of muddy footprints
That's why I'm drippin' on the public, no gold, I go rust
Save the gold for the ladies 'cause these dudes ain't us ('Cause these dudes ain't us)
If I walk this red carpet, I'ma leave a trail of muddy footprints ('Cause these dudes ain't us)
That's why I'm drippin' on the public, no gold, I go rust
Save the gold for the ladies 'cause these dudes ain't us ('Cause these dudes ain't us)
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