Verse 1: Caleborate
Yeah 
Never? never sleep 
Always? on my feet 
Like a lightpost, n*gga 
Always in the street 
I? was made to win 
Like? a slot machine 
You n*ggaz is three and one 
You? ready for defeat 
Woah 
I don't want any bullshit 
I don't tell no lies 
Testifyin'? in my pulpit 
Jumpin' off of that road bike 
'Cuz shorty say she need me 
Police say they gon' find me 
Exactly where they leave me 
Unhhhh 
I make it look easy 
Not always on time 
But pull up when you need me 
Girls wanna fight me 
And n*ggaz wanna be me 
So I stay close to the j like Stevie 
Unhhh 
Bitch n*gga run up 
Wanna bust shots 
But you won't put your gun up 
This that 
Cash Money Caleb 
Number one stunna 
Quick to tell a woman I got everything for her 
Ayyyy 
This feel like a heat stroke 
Daddy used to say 
If you got problems, you could keep those 
Riding down the block 
Lookin' mean 
Like D-Bo 
And I don't celebrate wins 
I repeat, hoe 
So tell 'em 
Ohh 
Ayy 
Get back slow 
You gon' have to step the fuck 
Away from me 
Keep ya fake ass 
And ya fake friends out my face 
And if you need me 
You gotta pay for me

Mir Fontane
Get up, get up
It's a stick up, stick up
Now play my new fucking single
In your pick up' pick up
How y'all wanna preach about
Seeing the bigger picture
When I walk in the gas station
They say "n*gga, n*gga"
All my life I feel like
Nobody was beat for me
My daddy left me
Just to move across the street from me
Back then
I know he wish he had receipts for me
First thing he said when we met
Is he got some beats for me
Saying "of, hey
I see you got a show
Can you keep some tickets
Squared away for me?
It's just me and some n*ggaz
That I know from round the way."
No, sorry, pops
You gon' have to pay for me

Hook: Caleborate
Noo
Ayy
Get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck
Away from me
Keep ya fake ass
And ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me
You gotta pay for me
I said
Ohh
Ayy
Get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck
Away from me
Keep ya fake ass
And ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me
You gotta pay for me

Verse 2: Caleborate
Everyday you on your feet
Hatin' on me
Can't get my time
If you ain't got no paper for me
Look at my grind
This is not just to save my homeys
For real I mean
I had to prove my peers wrong
I left the house at 17
I had to fight for myself
When the money got low
I had to tighten my belt
Fake friends come around
When you doing your best
When you down, they be down
To put two in your chest
But I'm blessed, so blessed
Look at me
Got'dammit
Broke never looked this clean
Got'dammit
Type of shit that make your girl clean
Got'dammit
I pray for her while she bless me
Got'dammit

Hook: Caleborate
(Singing) Ohh
Ayy
Get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck
Away from me
Keep ya fake ass
And ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me
You gotta pay for me
(I tell 'em) Ohh
Ayy
Get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck
Away from me
Keep ya fake ass
And ya fake friends out my face
And if you need me
You gotta pay for me