[Hook]
My life a movie yeah, my life a movie yeah
I’m glad fruity nigga finally grew a pair
Ey light a doobie up, ey light a doobie up
Ey look, a fruity nigga finally grew a pair

[Verse 1]
My life a movie yeah, my life a movie yeah
I’m getting stupid here your bitch is toothy yeah
I’m where the crew be at don’t let the groupies in
I got the moves and yeah I’m hella groovy groovy
Doin the most, niggas saying the least
You can ask around your city
Boy I’m hot in the streets
If you makin all that money
Go on and settle your fees
Pay what you owe
Teach your ass not to shit where you eat
Bitch I’m high top wavy, fu-Ck you pay me
Niggas turn to bitches, they be flipping on the daily
I got your mans emotional, you can’t shake me
Acting tough but looking like a very nice lady
God damn, God damn, ey Tini goin ham
Ey niggas tryna match up
Tell ’em Catch Up If You Can
Steady with the swag, ’cause I’m gritty for the bag
Put the city on my back, I got EC on the map

[Hook]
My life a movie yeah, my life a movie yeah
I’m glad fruity nigga finally grew a pair
Ey light a doobie up, ey light a doobie up
Ey look, a fruity nigga finally grew a pair

[Verse 2]
I heard a little birdie talk a lot of shit
But fu-Ck I wanna beat around no counterfeit
An you know I know you ain’t really ’bout this shit
Deadbeat dad, how I son ’em for the fu-Ck of it
Fill my cup up to the brim, fu-Ckin’ optimist
I’m a different cloth, y’all synonymous
I’m the star that the fam’a move like the Carters
Call ’em the bigger artists, I call ’em a bigger target
‘Til they call it or forfeit, I watch ’em fall like it’s autumn
Discussing cheques with your bosses
I smoke and ash on their corpses
We’re not the same, we sell to the same buyer
Niggas would get sonned if you pin them against aya
Writtens is straight fire
You spitting ’bout rates
Meanwhile your hunny paid her dues
And I’m who she rates higher
I used to fu-Ck with the shit that you used to make prior
But now you taking shots and you missing so aim higher
I’m on my Ether swag, youngin ’til I been a man
So make ’em dance again and I can help
I heard you need a hand
That might take a minute, make you meet your maker widdit
Careful with my sleeve, I keep an ace in it
This groupie under cover made this bed and I lay in it
I just got a bag, a body bag like I’m Haitian
I’m great there’s no debating it
And niggas outta ideas
Yeah I heard your new shit
It sound like death to my ears
‘Cause when it comes to this rapping y’all were never my peers
I might go to West View and make her cum from the rear
fu-Ck around and go to Pheli just to show you it’s real
‘Cause it’s all fun and games ’till we run up your block
Mad ’cause I fu-Cked your bitch way before I was hot
They told me to stop, your homies call it dope when it’s not
They calling you pop, you phoney
They just all on your cock
Pretoria’s what! I bet I’ll make that podium rock