[Verse 1: Awkward Z.]

I just wanna fly no limits

All the bad vibes I’m finished

Way better than this time last year

This year imma treat it like a scrimmage

Move slow and just wait for the drop

Unorthodox chilling just outside the box

Better not choke on this verse that’s a flop

You acting so fake well then get out the squad

I am so Marty Mcfly

Feels like I am just too ahead of my time

Yuh

Had to go hard as vibranium

Dearly departed from all of the lies

Keeping it sick like a flu

350 be all on my shoe

And I got bars

My parents are dragons

Taking some notes I’m so fly like Aladdin

Sinners be thinking will l go to heaven

All about hart like my first name is Kevin

(Jokes)

Looking like you got a lota money

(Broke)

Butterflies all up in your tummy

(Woah)

Nice guy but I gotta stay real with it

And I’m never gonna stop bro deal with it

Tryna run it for the checks to bless the fam Nah

Don’t post if I really ain’t feeling it

In a race to contest the best the top dog in the pen

Let’s go pedigree with it

Too plain in a lane with a speed limit

Don’t care what I say might Feed critics

Wait

Yeah

I’m Bout to kick in like narcotics

The Flow is too Fiji

You pay for the water

You thirsty you thirsty

See everyone starving

Oh

How you gon' fake for the payroll

Yeah

Only gon' do it when they say so

Damn

Really wanna learn some Spanish

Hey

Too smart All I see is pendejos

[verse2: Suchapapi]

You can't trust a nigga

They too shaky switching sides

I don't look up to niggas

They be watching from the sides

You outta luck my nigga

See the envy in they eyes

Hadda boss up my nigga

Gotta get the paper right

I got the paper right

Young nigga Flex on a hater like

I bought the bently truck

Take that shit out when I'm feelin nice

Stay with the paper cuts

I been up workin late every night

Pockets keep filling up

They wanna know what that money like

Wake up to stunt

Wake up to flex

Wake up to get the bread

Wake up to checks

Wake up to M’s

Wake up to dividends

Young nigga sick with the pen

And I don't really do friends

They cannot mess with the real

Niggas they fake pretend

You can't trust a nigga

They too shaky switching sides

I don't look up to niggas

They be watching from the sides

You outta luck my nigga

See the envy in they eyes

Hadda boss up my nigga

Gotta get the paper right

New wave balenci

Pockets on fendi

Nigga to trendy

You niggas ugly like wendy

Get it I spend it

Run up a check In a minute

Count up the digits

I'm on a whole nother limit

I'm on a whole nother wave

I cannot wait to get paid (huh yeah)

I'm in a whole nother state

I'm in a whole nother day

I'm on the way to the bank

I'm on the way to the safe

Youngin move big with the weight

Youngin move big with the plays

(huh yeah)