[Intro]

EK, EK, ah

[Verse 1]

This that R1 circle finesse

Back of the net (Ah)

Run through the crowd, I'II be back in a sec

Get the stadium lit

Did club shows, I want stadium shit (Ayy, ayy)

Click clack, every single day for the clique

Y'all wouldn't even last a single day in this bitch

Cream of the crop, gon' remain the pic

Till I pick it apart and set flames to the pitch (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Like how amazin' it is (Uh)

Shit hits the fan, now they blamin' this kid

But this kid's got temper

Trapped in this tiny world

So close to his goals like Kappa

Roast mash, salt and pepper

Eatin' better

June is a ting, but April bettеr

Not boo'd up so I made no Ella

Count my blessings, eight's or bеtter (Yeah, yeah)

Easy come, easy go

Man got it under control

Came a long way from the road

Mud prints every single place that I go

You don't phase me at all (Never)

Know I'm down for the cause

'Round my way, I get a round of applause

But I'm roundin' them up, gettin' rowdy as fuck (Ah)

If you want front page, get it straight from the sauce

[Chorus]

So, who keepin' the score?

Budda, it's a little one-sided

Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)

Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)

We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)

Dem man there, they liars

Tell them 'bout they heads

Real kings move in silence

So, who keepin' the score?

Budda, it's a little one-sided

Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)

Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)

We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)

Dem man there, they liars

Tell them 'bout they heads

Real kings move in silence

[Verse 2]

No collect call, that ain't your brodie, boy (Man are not, not)

Leave your G shocked, roll 'em for his rollie, boy (Gimme him)

No cross, I'm unholy, boy

Ol' man, you don't know me, boy (Ah)

I'm too lit for this real talk, my budda, I live for this

'Nother day, another show, keep a brother on the road

This a dream come true, what a gift it is (Preach)

Ain't really one for the small talk

More staunch, no fucks given, goin' to court walk

Never see you in court because you all talk (Nah-nah)

Caught you outside with your boys, budda, you all talk

My guys in and out like the burger joint

Profesh, in and out when they burg' a joint

(Haha, I had to)

Anyway, kid, I done did it

That's just how I'm livin'

I know you know better

But you do not listen

See dem man there, talk shit about them man there

So tell me why them man there

[Chorus]

So, who keepin' the score?

Budda, it's a little one-sided

Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)

Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)

We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)

Dem man there, they liars

Tell them 'bout they heads

Real kings move in silence

So, who keepin' the score?

Budda, it's a little one-sided

Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (Boom)

Ghost mode, you should try it (Ha)

We don't have no alliance (Man are not, not)

Dem man there, they liars

Tell them 'bout they heads

Real kings move in silence

[Outro]

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