text: Hey, wassup
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Sheesh
  It was a long way up
  Still hang with my niggas, screamin Dont give a fuck
  So what you looking at me, what you staring at me
  You dumbass thug
  Im from another land — mother Russia
  You always talkin Gucci in your tracks, I never trust ya
  Not trying to rush ya
  Im on my own shit, I came here to bust ya
  Got me with the flow gloves, broke jaws
  Nah, you cant see me, man, Im like a ghost
  Been a little boy, get your fame and get lost
  Im gonna blow my house, bitch, you know who the boss
  All these Russian rappers can lick my balls
  Hoe, Im too icey, got too many goals
  Youre not on my level, aint fading your place
  Watch how I kill em for stacks, thats how I raised
  So these goddamn pretty bitches be like wow
  Then theyll love me, need a love how we sound
  If you dont know bout me, bitch, ask my hometown
  Too many brothers lay here in the ground
  So mama will proud
  Son, ya home, escape again, he gon die
  But no matter what, we still fight
  Still same dreams about the ride I wanna buy
  Spark my blunt, boomeranging, get high
  Feel lungs full of smoke, son, Im alright
  So many days just pass by
  But I keep that OG smellin so hard
  Dont need no travel to Mars
  I always stay fly, we smoking five stars
  So many days just pass by
  But I keep that OG smellin so hard
  Dont need no travel to Mars
  I always stay fly, we smoking five stars
  Bitch