Yeah Fetty Cash, nigga Mm, yeah I like the space that I'm in, I'm too mentally strong Put my problems in music, so I'm makin' these songs Some of you might understand, some of you might take wrong Touched down Hail Marys, now my reach ain't long Niggas ain't really there, you just thought they was Half them niggas ain't real, you just thought they was Ain't come from the heart, you just bought their love Them ain't really your niggas, you just bought them thugs You ain't really that nigga, you just thought you was When the pockets get thinner And the people start whisperin' (shh) And I was masked up, oh, you rеppin' some shitty gang? Screamin': Fuck the world Oh, hе totin' his grip again His money gettin' low, so he back on the strip again Then we hear that: Woo-woo, woo-woo-woo When they come, we gon' dip again We bussin' down twelve, twelve skinnies for thirties Gotta elevate your game, gotta get to a birdie Yeah, money for them birds, start chirpin', it's early Somethin' good in this wood and my cup is dirty Slide through in my old school whip, I'm swervin' (Skrrt) Put the crown on my head, I'm the king of Jersey (Skrrt) Wop And I swear it's on, I'm in my zone I swear, I'm on my way And the king is home, see my throne Bring it on, yeah And I swear it's on, I'm in my zone I swear, I'm on my way And the king is home, see my throne Baby, bring it on, yeah, babe And I swear it's on, I'm in my zone I swear, I'm on my way And the king is home, see my throne Bring it on, yeah And I swear it's on, I'm in my zone I swear, I'm on my way And the king is home, see my throne Baby, bring it on, yeah, babe