[Verse 1: Nines]
If I make her my chick, I might ice her off
I wasn’t always livin’ like a boss
I went through a Burberry phase
Blacked out like a goth
Probably been through more windows than Microsoft
Now I’m flyin’ straight, soon won’t have to sell packs again
Plus I’m ’bout to get this rap money that I don’t plan to spend
School days, I wasn’t doin’ chores
Ironic, mum searchin’ my room cuh’ I was going through them draws
Can’t afford to miss a few calls
And shouts to my nigga W for givin’ me a through ball
‘Cause all I used to do was unwrap packets
Now I’m ’bout to be in the fifty percent tax bracket
Still roll through any hood, tell Fatz clap it
Big ting, even if it grazes you a man’s cabbage
Uh, certified trap star gettin’ paid when I record a track
And I still can’t put my [?]

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game

[Verse 2: Nines]
I don’t care about the radio, they play me on the streets
I make these niggas eat, I pay our wages every week
Now it’s show time, I got one foot in the industry
I’m ’bout to build a celebrity coke line
Fuck a whip, I pull out to the event in a helicopter
My nigga Bunz bodyguarding like Kevin Costner
So you can try and bump my lil nigga, Pebz a monster
Give a nigga fifty shots like some Effen vodka
Hands off, I let my soldiers flip it
Gave my guy the keys
Like I was drinkin’ over the limit
I got all these fans quotin’ my lyrics
Askin’ if it’s true
I told ’em "fam, if I wrote it, I did it"
Still young but I feel old
Told my worker to any kind of stacks
Make sure you check every bill fold
Mandem goin’ out for drinks
Can I bring my tec?
Gotta sneak this in the bar, no indirect

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game
Oh no

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I ran out of tears when I was 18
So nobody made me but the main streets
‘Cause too many people think they made me
Well if they really made me then replace me
Homeless to Forbes List, these niggas bring no stress
I feel like Moses, I feel like I’m chosen
And if you ain’t my nigga then your girl single to me
I don’t give a damn if a nigga said he knew me
Grew up with no father so nobody ever "son" me
My flow too sick, Kevin Costner couldn’t touch me
I know you wish that nobody ever love me
I feel useless when I’m never making money
Well, this the life we always fantasized
Rich folk problem through a Queen Street nigga’s eyes
Every time you see me pulling up in Aventadors
Just know we been grinding on them sidewalks

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Sidewalks saved my life
They don’t ever lie
Sidewalks saved my life
They showed me all the signs

[Post-Hook: Sam Smith]
They don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they lead me on

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Say, say say
I come from Myrtle, one brung late night melee
Say, say, say
We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae bae
Say, say, say
Trippin’ off Dyke, and my name strike with pay day
Say, say, say
Flippin’ blue lighting, tightening, strapped with AK
Say, say, say
OG one, told me one, show me one, eight ways
How to segue
Pussy, power, profit in headache
I reminisce my life innocence
Or life innocent
Or life intimate, with fame
Like when repent
Like when we women up
Gon’ get it, good game
She wanna hang with a Starboy
The sun and the moon and star, boy
Astronomer, anonymous
I line ’em up, grind ’em up, these nine of us
And 5 of us have probably fucked
She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts boy
Twenty legs, arms, head (head)
Head, head, more head (head)
Oh God bless the dead (yeah)
I’m livin’ life high off life
I wear my chokes off to bed
I’m the greatest nigga, why you so scared to say it?
I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna cop more land
I never stop
I wanna quick advance on a bill if it ain’t one
Break everything, I’m a hustler, came from

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Sidewalks saved my life
Sidewalks saved my life
They don’t ever lie
Sidewalks saved my life
Sidewalks saved my life
They showed me all the signs

[Post-Hook: Sam Smith]
They don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they lead me on