[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Hop off the porch (Uh, yeah), hop in the coupe (Skrrt)
Uh, changin' the way that I shoot (Skrrt)
Uh, changin' the shit that I do (I do)
Nah, we not homies, my nigga, who you? (Oh)
Uh, yeah, I got status, I'm new (New)
Uh, fuck everybody, I'm rude (Yeah, I'm rude)
Uh, trustin' nobody, I'm cool (Cool)

[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]
Really, these niggas be gettin' the big Lamb fucked up
Tryna poke a nigga's skin, but it's tough, bruh
Hard to chase your own kin over bucks, huh? (Bucks)
Kind of hard when they know that you up
I don't trust shit if it ain't in this cup
Really, I'm tryna get over these demons
But they see more family than niggas who schemin'
I don't get over shit, I get even
Life in the deep end, drowning
Neck gettin' heavy, ho, they bring the pounds in
You can't relate to my pay, get from 'round here
I don't got time for them, they just arouse me
I don't got time for the fake, keep on clownin' (Hold up)
What's the topic?
If your shit doesn't stink, you ain't poppin'
All these rappers be jake, homie-hoppin' (Homie-hop)
I don't kick it with niggas who floppin' (Ha)
We trendin' topics
Fuck with me, baby, I could switch your location (Location)
I'm lately tryna stick to fornication (Fornication)
My relations got stuck with my payments (My payments)
Yeah, I'm crazy, but I ain't lyin' in my statements (Hell nah)
Really, my commas just led to my problems
But really, my problems showed me I got commas
Switchin' every state in every hour
The room service shorty in my shower
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