[Produced by Swiff D]

[Hook] (x2)
On the low
What's up with you ho [bad word] smokin' dro
Bet you know
Bust like forty four
When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard
Like that [bad word] they hustle on the boulevard [bad word] your broad [bad word] I bet I could [bad word] I bet I would

[Verse 1: Logic]
Lemme get it
Lemme get it
Lemme get it right now
That's the [bad word] I've been on
R double T P K
You know we (know we) [bad word] on
Anybody in the way all day
I'm livin' my life boy you know to the fullest
These women, they love us, they push us and pull us
Just me and my team takin' shots without bullets
Gettin' this money, you know we don't [bad word] People they love it, they know the name
I got a little change, but I'm still the same
So break it down
Break it down
The [bad word] I'm rockin, they don't make it now
I've got haters and they talk [bad word] But that's okay, I've got real [bad word] That's heartfelt, make you feel [bad word] But right now it's time for that trill [bad word] Killers and murderers
Dealers and burglars
Round my way, they never heard of you
From that West Deer Park
Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you
Been broke, dirt broke
While my brothers was hustlin' pushin' that coke
That's the life of a G, but it wasn't for me
And for real, that's the reason I wrote

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
On the low
I be so high

Touchin' the sky
I got a wood, so [bad word] the world
Until I die
If you ain't know
It's Kid Ink baby
Representin' Alumni
Off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun [bad word] Fat [bad word] blunt [bad word]  yours looks sun dried
What it do, I'm on two
Tell 'em straight up, no juice
Never goin' back to the broke old days
But I've got a room full of retro J's
Never seen these, look back at it
I see your bank and I laugh at it
Blowin' kush up, like an air mattress
One hit will leave a [bad word] asthmatic
And we goin' up
Ain't nobody sober
Know that molly, uncut
Eighteen and over
Got three chains, two girls
Hangin' over my shoulders
Give it up in one motion
Know that money is the motive

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
My time
My time is now
I cannot wait
They say that love, [bad word] with hate
When I made it out the streets
Is when that love it turned to hate
I didn't turn up, I turned away
The time is short, no time to waste
All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends
All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends
I've got fam servin' fiends
And fiends I call my fam
If you wanna keep your [bad word] Then make sure she don't cross my path
'Cuz if she do, she see my shoes
She peep my swag, she get online
Check my background [bad word] you seen that cash
My only motto about that money is get more
My only motto about that money is get more (mo', mo')