[Hook: BTK]

You ain't bout this workin' every night

With the mic, fuckin' beats

With a scope and sight

I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night

Tryna bite off my style

Finna cause me to fight

Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye

Bitch I live in the mic

I wake up, go to sleep while I write

Grabbin' goals from right up under you

While you sleepin' on me

You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype

[Verse 1: BTK]

I write shit out my life, this is not a game

You try to tell me shit ain't real

Let's meet, a time and place

History in these lyrics, pussy's tryna play

Fuck em all the day I get paid

Don't say a fuckin' thing

Since I dropped 3 O'clock

Everything else got em all amazed

You see what dedication gets you

Recognition stays

Even drug dealers fuck with the Bout A Dolla wave

Shout out to Bank Vault Gang

That's where the money stay

They not afraid to getchu

Split you, hit you and dip you off, then dismiss you

You slippin' dawg, get it fixed, 'for you get a quick issue

Tired of talkin'

Better learn you ain't with the office

You ain't with a million dollars

You ain't even bout a show, whoa

[Hook: BTK]

You ain't bout this workin' every night

With the mic, fuckin' beats

With a scope and sight

I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night

Tryna bite off my style

Finna cause me to fight

Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye

Bitch I live in the mic

I wake up, go to sleep while I write

Grabbin' goals from right up under you

While you sleepin' on me

You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype

[Verse 2: White Noise]

All these motha fuckas wanna talk about a grind

With no passion for the rappin'

Fiending to get signed

Been heating up and beating any fuckin beat I find

Been resistin' gettin' pissed at you pussies

Now it's time

Not typin' for the stereo, you stereo typin'

Put me on a fuckin' boombox and air a cold titan

I work 24 like 6 and 4 multiplyin'

Got over 46 verses in a year n still writin'

BTK see me, cakin' like I'm whippin' up pastry

White noise powder but it isn't cocaine

It's wow motha fucka I been fat overweight

But it makes you wonder how

I can afford to eat this way

At ease fake soldiers no easy Street takeover

You think you the next biggest thing

I will break boulders you ain't a fantastic four

You lay lower than a snake, cobra

At my job hardly get a day off

While you got mom and dad to pay ya way to the top

Puttin money too light you're afraid to shut off

Cause I be stalkin' in range to get a razor and chop

Cause if I chop you screwed you are not cold dude

I was workin' on defiance and I got yours too

Like a book burnin' we just took turns

Explainin' these crooks worth

Scotty flames on the banger

Billy on the hook workin' and we never stop clockin hours

You get dropped if you're a coward

Your brain never wrinkles up like

You stopped smokin' sour

White noise entrappin' the track

Right now and it's got so much power

[Hook: BTK]

You ain't bout this workin' every night

With the mic, fuckin' beats

With a scope and sight

I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night

Tryna bite off my style

Finna cause me to fight

Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye

Bitch I live in the mic

I wake up, go to sleep while I write

Grabbin' goals from right up under you

While you sleepin' on me

You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype

[Verse 3: BTK]

I just spent 25/8 on tryna get straight

They like "How would he make it?"

Bet I find a way

Never talk about a motha fucka to his face

Never know if he gon' gut you with a switchblade

Which way do you wanna get it

Knock his head off, fuck a fitted

Is you with it, fuck ya image up

Shittin' while I print

Sprint laps around a square boy

Knock you off ya highchair

Baby ass rapper, you won't ever get what I share

Spare the chit chattin'

Pair of click clackin'

Work motha fucka

Come and show me what's happenin'

Never been a bitch about the rappin'

Boy you ain't writin', ain't grindin'

Ain't primin' it up

If you got what it takes

Come show us what's up

I'll eat all of these pussies

Ain't worried bout bustin'

It's nothin' to me

I came out of nothin'

All I do is drink and make sure I keep cussin'

Fuck fussin', tired of trustin' a snake

Work with these bars, I got time on my plate

All I do is make music

Drink till I'm loose enough

Judo kick a bitch, stuff em inside the trunk

I got a lot to say

But I'd rather praying till I find a way

To get rich and slay these hoes

Pay a goat my way to go

Love to take a hoe behind the show

And throw a load and dump em off

Around the road and skurt off

And get drunk while another hoe get blowed

While I get blowed, while I say aye!

[Hook: BTK]

You ain't bout this workin' every night

With the mic, fuckin' beats

With a scope and sight

I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night

Tryna bite off my style

Finna cause me to fight

Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye

Bitch I live in the mic

I wake up, go to sleep while I write

Grabbin' goals from right up under you

While you sleepin' on me

You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype