They love to hate

Up on da next

Instead of getting

They own bread

Ion’t get it wtf?

Niggas must’ve bumped they head

I been myself

Dat makes me rare

I ain’t nothing

Like da rest

All dis bud

Dat I be puffing

Got my eyes

On demon red

I’m in my own lane

U in da slow lane

Tell em speed it up

I done took a break off

From dis rap shit

They not keeping up

She just did a backflip

When she seen

What I can do for her

Life just like a movie

Dis ain’t acting

But my fit be cut

Lights camera action

How I’m flashing

Like a movie sеt

Niggas got they hand out

Steady asking

I ain’t make it yеt

They praying on my downfall

I looked at dem

& I said “Ok Bet”

I ain’t letting off no pressure

Naw not ever

Keep it on they neck

If u want a verse

Then I need dough

I cannot rap for free

I’m in a music factory

Da way dat I could

Craft a beat

I’m balling like da NBA

I might go

& draft a freak

Naw I am not acting baby

I’m doing dis shit actually

I looked myself up in da mirror

& said I got us we’ll be straight

All these ideas on my mind

Gone turn to money in my face

I can’t stress about a goofy

They act funny anyway

When they see me at da top

There ain’t nothing left to say

Imma get it by any means

Imma get it by any cost

Imma BUHH in da booth

Like a firework went off

She a demon off da liquor

She gone suck until it’s numb

And her ass in da air

Imma make use of my thumb

Can’t say we da same

Im in different lanes

If her Birkin’s filled wit Mary

Dats a tribute out to Jane

Naw we cannot hang

Most u niggas lame

I’m tryna feed my family

I ain’t worried bout a chain

610 da town

It built me from da ground

Even when I make it

Imma always hold it down

Smoking wit my dogs

When I see em give em pounds

Rolling up a log

She on my wood when I’m around