I can't wait for the police, because then we'll turn lost I can't wait for the police, because then we'll turn lost Even though I'm famous, I'm still out on the streets I feel like a rat, how I'm running after cheese How I'm running after cheese But brother, will we ever get rich? A lot of niggas talk shit, but fuck them, they're on nothing We pull up in a Range, for all the days on the bike Tell me to have fun, or it'll get fixed That's why I don't give a fuck about a bitch Throw your hands in the air, if you're down with this Don't wear 6ix9ine, because then I'll see you as a snitch Middle finger up, to a motherfucking flick And I swear you'll get shot, if you put pressure on the click Even though I was scared, I didn't want to work at Kwik I'd rather sanitize, until I could see what I spit Grapple line bling, but it'll get fixed If you talk about fixing, you're always talking about chicks Bitch boys Brother, I don't know what you smoke, because it doesn't make any noise I used to be quiet on the streets, I didn't have a choice I come from the times of Gameboy But I don't play games, boy, I learned how to wordplay Pop champagne with the gang, it's not a birthday We're celebrating what the gang did with that word More than two bricks in one week And the best part is, we're only on Thursday You'll feel me, if you know what I'm talking about But niggas feel me, because they know that nothing is for free All those guys talk shit, but they don't sell anything You don't know what the bottom is, you don't even know what walking is I choose my place, if yours is better and cheaper And I come from Cologne, even though I don't know who the buyer is You're looking for gold, but you don't even know what October is I have a man this week, but I don't even know who my walker is