Telegraph

Yeah, yeah, yeah

****

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Ten toes down, *****

Ego on the ground, *****

Tell them **** *****s quit that ******** right now

I know you love the sound, it sound like the town

Riding down Telly, smoke's touching the clouds

I'm pitching on the mound, I'm serving on you clowns

I push my girl whip, something foreign swinging 'round

I know these *****s ain't down,

Know these hoes don't really love me

Know that money ain't real, it just affect how they judge me

See I'm a one of one dude, my granny'd probably cut you

I was playing hold, my big homies playing crush groups

I know who I am, I told myself, "Dawg, trust you"

I know what I am, about a check like one two

Or better yet Nike, I do this **** for my young dudes

I just run and gun in the West, yeah, like the Suns do

Take advice but still do my **** or they'll try to son you

All y'all hating on the young ***** get a **** you

And all y'all hatin' on these girls ******* get a **** you too

Let a ***** live, I'm just tryna find comfortable

Excuse the expletives, I got a lot to give

But get up out my way if you ain't tryna get rich, uh