[Verse]

I started off, I had no gain

No rings, no chain

Trap phone, no games

Unknown, no fame

Then I picked up the mic and I tore it up

Now all these dead rappers wanna war with us

See I flip dough, gymnastics

You whack spitters all plastic

My dudes, we active

You niggas just chat shit

You don't make dough and you can't spit

You all bench, na you're not match fit

Friendly before you saw Chiraq

I've got tech nerds with them iMacs

Don't cat my flow and don't hijack

I just bun the beats and then lie back

Ray-Bans, I don't see you niggas

I'm real man, I can't be you niggas

Gotta work hard you wan' see these figures

These girls fake when I see you diggers

Gucci garms but your mum's broke

You don't make moves, you're a dumb joke

I'm a wavy nigga, you can't float

Half bitches and half notes

I'm back now with that new shit

Z money, two fifths

Dead money, that's two clips

I've got brand new money and a new bitch

Don't stunt dog, you don't bury dots

Sweet niggas like Jelly Tots

Leave you bleeding fam and that's heavy clots

Loud sound when that semi pop

West 10, we got hella trees

I wanna sign a deal and mash hella P's

For now I'm out in these flats G

Smallest on the pitch, I'm Nasri

Hella tech like I'm Neymar

Spray the fire, I've got Napalm

I don't wanna touch the wing like Ben Arthur

I'm a part time rapper, part grafter yeah