[Intro]

Haha, yeah

[Chorus]

Next door neighbours smell the aroma

Triple A shit, I’m a premium smoker

Bet on myself, no folding

Man like me don’t play no poker

Jokers all in my comments claiming that I fell off and the run is over

Really, I made more hits and half of the time I was hardly sober

[Verse]

Only the radio stations, record labels who think it’s lies

Only 'cause I do not pay for the tracking spins and I did not sign

V12 engine motor but I don’t drive I pay the chauffeur

I’m catching a fever when I’m on fire ‘cause my heart get colder (Ayy)

They do not love us they wanna divide

Voodoo spells on the boy cannot suffice, I’m too divine

You boys ain’t got no backbone, how is you stepping without a spine?

You boys ain’t got no soul I can tell you looked in the devil’s eyes (Ayy)

I never wrote up a CV

Was too busy selling out CD’s

Before you could stream on your PC

They say I look taller on TV

I know the kids wanna be me

I know they mad and I understand, they back in the hood smoking bidis (Haha, right)

Even Americans know what it is

Came up tryna impress for a co-sign, now I don’t need that shit

None of em’ better than this and half of them guys ain’t really that big

And I ain’t promoting bottles just to get on a live with Rick (Huh)

If it ain’t broken we don’t fix

KTK went platinum, P3 coming in ‘26

And we going viral when I’m with Clen you know it’s lit

We already know these blogs online gon’ say I dropped a diss

And say I’m talking ‘bout niggas who really to me just don’t exist

All I’m hearing is - A-Reece that and A-Reece this

The boy is whack, the boy is mid

He always raps, he shouldn’t sing

But just like DJ Khaled, T-Pain all I do is-

[Chorus]

Next door neighbours smell the aroma

Triple A shit I’m a premium smoker

Bet on myself, no folding

Man like me don’t play no poker

Jokers all in my comments claiming that I fell off and the run is over

Really I made more hits and half of the time I was hardly-, yeah