[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]

I used to work for people, I made a couple hundred dollars

Wasn't worth it even, I'm worth a hundred thousand

Not dollars but diamonds, I am mud out the bayou

Rip a page out the Bible, come and crucify me

I'm a long way from home and this ain't Yellowstone

I trade a white bitch for catfish and yellow bones

This from the catacombs, this for the broken homes

From the south side of cities where my granny home

I moved to California, I bring a Grammy home

I call up bill collectors, "leave my f**kin' family 'lone"

We left the corner store on the way to caviar

The coupe is mustard colored, what the f**k is Grey Poupon?



[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]

Young K.A., never quit your day job, uh

I bring the love to work, I need the day off, uh

I need the [censored], this hard work should pay off, uh

The lights stay off until my mind is made up, uh

A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uh

These niggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uh

I'm from the city where your neighbors fight back

You talkin' shit, we bring that work right to your lap

I love my niggas like white people love rap

We make the shit you'll probably never say on track again



[Breakdown: Joba]

Walked through doors all my life, just to close them

Tore down walls all my life, here's to the other side

A whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)

A whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)

A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new feeling)

A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new, brand new, brand new)



[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract & Joba]

(A whole new life)

Back then when I was hustling, ain't get no love from them (uh)

(A whole new life)

I paid my own bills and came up with the illest shit (uh)

(A whole new life)

I was tryna find a way to get my family out of it (uh)

(A whole new life)

Spent my days in basements tryna write a motherf**kin' hit

Nowadays he's stumbling, they show such love to him

I shut it down to every show, we set the precedent

I'm just tryna show these niggas, life is on some other shit

Keep your head high, smile when the trouble rumblin'



[Verse 4: Matt Champion]

I don't do what they say, it's unorthodox

Like bears sharing porridge, just out with Goldilocks

Like Ozzy with no Sharon, he'd just call his parents

So f**k what I'm doing and f**k these damn critics

You should think for yourself, that shit is cancerous

Get my head rubbed by fingers of f**kin' hair models

Middle finger, f**k the hair up at all our concerts

Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net

But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five

Dropped out of Lone Star, booked flight from Lone Star

Was working a couple jobs and quit, became a star, uh