[Hook:]

Doing this shit for my country

While all of these vultures’ll do it for cash

I came to fuck up the game for my life

And the day that it’s over I’m running the stats

You ain’t shook my hand, wanna talk that shit

Bitch, I’m ready for that

If you’re speaking on my name my boy

Guess what you get from that

Fuck you up if you keep

Faking on the low

Dance around my name

I Keep em on their toes (that ballet)

If you ain’t riding with us now, don’t wanna see you down the road

Better show us some respect lil bitch, that bullshit Gotta Go

[Verse 1:]

Brand new watch, little bitch I’m clean

Got bands that I front, putting on for my team

I’m one of a kind, like a wilhelm scream

Gotta go for the gold when they’re panning my strеams

Top 5 in the state you ain’t in a conversation

Know my namе, before my lips shape it

Ain’t ever happy If I got a nomination

Living in your head, ain’t pay accommodation

Face it, never gonna talk the talk, I walk the walk

Dead beef chalk the chalk, you sorta thought

The core would, ignore the talk

Until I go capone, and chose to war report

Wear casualties, like a casual T

That I rock in the crib, putting tracks to sleep

I Polished my style to a classic sheen

So who the fuck else does it have to be

They said dig deep so I built in the mantle

Shots on the weeknd, Able and ampoule

Stomp on your neck, like I’m stirring up an anthill

Hit record then I sample the trample

The day I quit, never match my hits

I treat my hooks like I wrap my fist

When I drop my game, on the rap type kicks

Gonna pull up on the block like that’s my shit

[Hook:]

Doing this shit for my country

While all of these vultures'll do it for cash

I came to fuck up the game for my life

And the day that it's over I'm running the stats

You ain't shook my hand, wanna talk that shit

Bitch, I'm ready for that

If you're speaking on my name my boy

Guess what you get from that

Fuck you up if you keep faking on the low

Dance around my name

I Keep em on their toes (that ballet)

If you ain't riding with us now, don't wanna see you down the road

Better show us some respect lil bitch, that bullshit Gotta Go

[Verse 2:]

I ain’t even have to say shit fore you motherfuckers try to come through chest puffed out

Second I blew got a flame snuffed out

Ya Really wanna know why they left ya name out

You ain’t never done shit but complain about clout

That’s sad, bent out of shape expanding your circle

Instead of depending on ones in your corner, ungrateful as hell for the real supporters hating ass motherfuckers, really wanna try to say that I pay for the plays and cosigns

They don’t realise they ain’t got dope lines or to keep it real simple they just don’t sound good maybe work a little harder tryna make a sound hook

Man fuck it

Ain’t no use complaining, could’ve spent that breath on verse I’m paid with

They saw the respect when I worked with favourites

They wanna get a taste, of a first-name basis, with greatness

Fuck it we can go all day

Bitta sizzle with the sauce, smoking like a saute

Hit it once then dessert left ya with a sorbet

Double down w two Os cuz the shit my forte

Getting loud off a pack, my producer sent

Old heads so hooked they could snort my lines

Think you can catch up now, lil bitch

You ain’t had no chance before my prime