Do my thing to it

Give it everything I got

Put my being to it

N if the melody is hot

Ima sing to it

Maybe roll a couple up

You can think to it

Maybe drink to it

Put the world on it

I know a couple side dudes who

Put ya girl on it

Watch people bump limp then turn n jump ship like a pirate

Bitch I been sick

Sickness turned into a virus

Into a outbreak

Death toll outrageous

Sick melodies

All my hooks are contagious

Money for my style cuz

What is cheap is less good

If you want free style take yo ass to Tim Westwood

Right now it's Deion prime time the moment

Everything I be on it's my time I own it

All the time

All the time that's what I do

Live in the moment

My potential has no roof I call it homeless

The numbers came back

We got the new data

Haters still on the sideline

A million views later

Turn the television off

All they do is outdate us

I'ma tell the fucking truth til the truth sounds famous

Gotta gamble every day

Turn my city into Vegas

I was fighting for my life

My self esteem was Al Haymon

N over here we don't respect receipts

Without payments

N I been gettin everybody's love

Without Raymond

I'm leaving on tour

The shows keep calling me

My dates online

I call the tour e-harmony

Being only hood is only good in the movie

Crabs in the barrel get turnt into sushi

Now in my phone I only store the numbers of the wealthy

I only fuck with Apple

I call it being healthy

Check the scoreboard

I only score a lot

I drink 100 proof

I take a high percentage shot

Drinkin rum n it's easy

Drink it like milk

Come thru freak me treat me like Silk

I remember back in 2012 Russ dropped Velvet

That shit was so ahead motherfuckers bought helmets

Songs got dressed n the hooks got belted

When they got the album people

Sang it like their selfish rap star on the verse

Niggas sounded like kings

Rockstar on the hook

Niggas sounded like Queen

People really need to jump off my mothafuckin penis

Jumpin on a jet like its a mother fuckin remix

N I'm a mothafuckin genius

It's DIEMON til I leave this bitch

DIEMON finna lead this bitch

DIEMON finna free this bitch

I'm USA n I still oversee this shit

Auto pilot now my thoughts

On higher plane

Fuck fame

I genuinely desire change

White washed so they selling black to us

Try to take our confidence

N sell it back to us

Advertisers everywhere gettin new money

They make that shit for 2 dollars

Sell for 200

All because we like shoes

N we like cars n we like phones

N we like rings the things to that go with the clothes hats n the bags & jackets

N the fine fabrics

Self esteem is where the price tag is

Catch up boy

Relish my intelligence

Life tailor made

Mama gave God my measurements

Self esteem & confidence

Searchin seven continents

You say no I hear yes

Bitch I'm an optimist

Gotta consequer self

'fore you conquer any plan

Gotta do for self before you do for any man

God knows I'm a holy man as the night drags

Heaven knows I go the old me waiving white flags

Devils know they can't hold me

Ima fight back

Ima always be Bugus