Released on March 29, 2021

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[Verse]

Had to go OT for a day

When I touchdown I brought it back like a flag on a play

Them fact strips blue like Democrats

My life is different, the price is different

No competition, your Mrs. might go missin'

This that re-up, I'm about to kick my feet up

Bricks on the table, pull a seat up

White girl like you never seen her, I'ma call her Christina

She a diva, I got her off the boat like the marina

Tiptoe on it like a ballerina, whip it with Aquafina

The profit should be a Benz or a Bimmer

I play with bands like a singer, but this ain't Ike and Tina

I got stripes like a zebra wеarin' Adidas

Keep a scale like I'm a Libra

Fifth on my hip ring like a beepеr

White girl, snow bunny, Easter

Her head bomb, Hiroshima

But if you play you gon' be D.O.A

I get cake like it's my D.O.B

More patience than D.O.C

Dog food make D.O.D

I'm all about my D.O.E, you a flea, I'm a D.O.G

Circle small, D.O.T

Sold more pills than D.R.E. in the D.E.T

Been through the pain, it's time to rejoice

A real b-boy, you just a decoy

Coke bubble like a keloid, or pee in a toilet

Plug had more than what I asked for, and we still bought it

I'm on tour, they askin' me if I'm single

I'm flirtin with a whore wearing Dior, this a Christian mingle

Uh, I got fired on a friday

But like Craig I picked up a brick the same day

It's not the paper, it's about the cream

You say "bye Felicia", I say hi to fiends

This the truth, on God, Jesus

I don't play with niggas, Babe Ruth

I'm a real nigga

Airquotes, I was told to sell dope like y'all was told to vote

Bar after bar, I'm a barbarian

Rock a top hat like a snowman

Got your bitch grindin like a slowjam

I whip the work with both hands

Run the streets until I get toejam

Fulfilling orders, my daughters ask me "what was that?"

I told em "sugar water"

I can't ignore the grind

I started with the O like a number line

Facts made them mad at me

No cap like baseball salaries

You know what's worse?

The nigga paperwork look like DMX, What These Bitches Want, second verse