[Intro: DeCana]

Niggas here would lie for this bullshit, die for this bullshit

Ride for this bullshit, lose an eye for this bullshit

Just get me in the base I got a mind fully loaded

With lines that’ll make sure the dimes come closer

[Verse 1: DeCana]

Ladies and gentlemen it’s me the homie Phantom yeah

DeCana aka The Holy Ghost in here

Ready to introduce myself

And make sure my name echoes after I lose my breath

Man when I first got in touch with the pen

With little to no English tryina get in the den

I thought I was dope but they wanted me to change my lens

I raised this finger in the middle up in the air like nigga fuck you!!!!

Motherfucker yeah, I’m looking for the pot of gold

They say it comes with a lot of hoes and a lot of foes

No stomach growling when you’re stunting like a pharaoh

Who wouldn’t want to be as rich as a metaphor

And get in touch with centerfolds No reason to linger bro

Let’s get it going, I don’t like it when our chin is low

Let’s pack our shit up quick homie man

They can tell Massa we found another way to pick cotton

We outchea!!

{Beat changes}

[Verse 2: DeCana]

Aighhh

I got the prize in vision, made the right decision to release what's on my mind

Now we can light the city and just wipe completely those who want to kill the vibe

Cause homie this our season, time to be decisive with our own rhythm and rhymes

Man this is what defines us, they can't blind us

Let's run up on the stage and get away with diamonds

Later find us surrounded by broke Madonnas

Doing all they can to raise a lil DeCana

I'll just live with the fact that I got a 100 problems

'Sup mama, I just wanna get my dollars up

So if you're on the same page you know to call us up

We finna fuck around and tour around the globe

Making sure it's our day every date on the calendar

[Bridge: DeCana]

We dictate the cause, recreate the laws, go against the odds man

(Gotta get our weight up)

We dictate the buzz, let's fill up the void, ain't no time for pausing

(Gotta get our weight up)

So let's turn our flaws into tons of gold, let's fill up the vault man

(Gotta get our weight up)

Till they name us lord jesus for turning a single into a dozen

(Got them screaming wait up)

[Hook: DeCana]

Ohhh

Man you're tryina hold me back

Ain't it time for you to quit man hold this L

I ain't got the time to keep you hoes in check

(I gotta get my weight up ohhh)

Man you're tryina hold me back

Man it's time for me to keep my flow on tracks

And then casually just blow up out this crap

(I gotta get my weight up ohhh)