[Intro: Muhammad Ali speaking]

[Verse: Bwah]

This gone be my last recording in a hot minute

So when I'm back they'll still know that I'm hot with it

See how I rap, it's a wrap, how am I not gifted?

My niggas still go to court they look like Scott Disicks

And you ain't keeping up if you ain't caught that line

They poppin' nines, close range, will leave you far behind

Like father time, ask my father it's my time nigga

Your times up and that was shorter than a vine nigga

The boy still clean like in his prom pictures

You niggas Forbes figures makin' four figures?

You know my steelo, nowadays I'm with four niggas

(or 3) Twin, Lester, Jordan and that's all nigga

Still got love for all my abroad niggas

I still got y'all in my songs nigga

I just talked to Bruney that's my dog nigga

So tell Trissy in a minute we'll be on nigga

Ro in the back, like is you sure nigga?

Uh, man I'm shore, you see the waves boy

Hugh Hef would tell us that we don't play boy

Still got a can-a-da guinness, ask Ray boy

Get it? Ray living in canada, Acadia or Acahdia

My lines ain't amateur

I just keep it basic and I move solo

Cause my selfie worth more than your group photo

They know that I'm the shit nigga

I feel like Ashton Butler in that pit nigga

I feel like Ian Kerr when he sprint nigga

Or his twin brother Kohen when he swim nigga

Spit fire and brimstone, I been cold

Still comparing me to silver when I been gold

I don't do sports, it ain't my draft day

Still go hard on these tracks like it's my last day

Bwah

[Outro]

Too easy dog, how you expect me not to go on a Lauryn Hill sample? Crazy

What up Looney? Shout out everybody rockin' with us, I'll be back

What up Iya?

You know I had to do it for ya!

You know I had to do it for ya!