[Intro]

Yeezo Beats

Saba, you so icy

[Chorus]

Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)

Feel the rage (Yeah)

Get out my way (Damn)

Choppa on me like Labor Day

I talk about money (Right)

Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)

Niggas all want somethin' from me

I drop the mic and I hit the ground running

Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)

Feel the rage (Yeah)

Get out my way (Damn)

Choppa on me like Labor Day

I talk about money (Right)

Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)

Niggas all want somethin' from me

I drop the mic and I hit the ground running

[Verse 1]

Put me on a podium, I feel like I'm on top now

That bitch really did dub me, now she giving me top, now

I've been driving so fast, I don't think that I'll ever go slow down

Got a .40 on me and all these motherfuckers get mowed down

Like right now, cook a nigga up just like some Kung Pao

They don't fit the vibe, they jacking my style

Making songs for a minute, a long while

And I know what everybody gon' say

But I bet they don't rap with this wordplay

So think twice if you think you gon' hurt me

I got a flight, I said "Arrivederci"

[Chorus]

Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)

Feel the rage (Yeah)

Get out my way (Damn)

Choppa on me like Labor Day

I talk about money (Right)

Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)

Niggas all want somethin' from me

I drop the mic and I hit the ground running

Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)

Feel the rage (Yeah)

Get out my way (Damn)

Choppa on me like Labor Day

I talk about money (Right)

Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)

Niggas all want somethin' from me

I drop the mic and I hit the ground running

[Verse 2]

I rap ignorance, all this money gettin' spent

All these niggas really be my pets

I'm the teacher so I might need a vest

Send the check, bitch, I need an advance

Broke her neck with the Louis, my pants

Cardigan, bitch, you know that I bought it

The whatchamacallit, this money be chronic

[Bridge]

I know that I said I'm alone

But don't bother, please don't bother hittin' my phone

When I'm in my mind, in my zone

I feel I'm better, all through the weather, all on my own

[Chorus]

Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)

Feel the rage (Yeah)

Get out my way (Damn)

Choppa on me like Labor Day

I talk about money (Right)

Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)

Niggas all want somethin' from me

I drop the mic and I hit the ground running

Flip to the pain (Okay, okay)

Feel the rage (Yeah)

Get out my way (Damn)

Choppa on me like Labor Day

I talk about money (Right)

Sex and drugs, it's funny (That's true)

Niggas all want somethin' from me

I drop the mic and I hit the ground running