[Verse]

Alright, alright

Yeah, I'm workin' for the better thing

Ain't sharin' bling, no wedding rings

Just multiplyin' digits in a minute when I rap and sing

No need a rocker closet, I'll be wearing what the mail brings

Flow master, I'm the king

Most these rappers ain't a thing

Artists standin' under me; it's A-Team over everything

A-Team, you know what I mean, yeah

Ain't blowin' up on hash bags, blowin' up on hashtags

Never blowin' up no black mags

Rather blow up on the black mags

Shout out to those who know what I mean

Me, I'm always lookin' clean; beanie always be supreme

'Cause when you're that dude, you just try to pass through

But people yellin' out your name, flamin' that they know you

Those who don't support for shit, they actin' like it's you they with

I don't even need a list, I know who all deserves it

It's the crew from the beginning who proved that they believed

It's the ones who stayed when everyone else said to leave

Yeah, that right there is the A-Team

Standin' behind the dream no matter the current scene

And when we make it, they'll be makin' all the currency

Hoes love the flow 'cause now they seein' that the current's green

Yeah, they don't see that you're the best

Till the stranger names the road that you're riding on a success

Yeah, but this is something to relax to

Sip a brew, light a jay, maybe smoke a pack too

Abstract crew, shouts to Old Gramps, dude

Fuck the other dudes, yeah, my team is awesome

[Micky, John, and Jason, it's Emigale and Austin?]

Had to do a shoutout, I don't do that often

Lotta more people but they the ones that I'm always with

All the names on one song, to be honest, just wouldn't fit

But regardless, if you with it, you the shit

Check the like button—if you ain't hit it, then you a bitch

Peace!