[Intro]

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When it come down to this music shit, I do not know what I want

I just be worrying ‘bout running my numbers up, nigga, that’s all that I want

Riding ‘round with a hundred and some

I ain’t worried, know I’m one of the ones

Check the score, it’s a 100–1

Make the call and I’m getting it done

[Verse]

I just like to keep it simple

I don’t really like complex

500k off of rapping

But I ain’t really tryna flex

Say what y’all want, I ain’t gon’ be upset

If I really want it, then I be up next

How I’m a rookie but also a vet?

How I just drop eighty-five on a bet?

How she drop down and start giving me neck?

I’m in the east but got cribs in the west

How am I at my worst, but I still be the best?

I don’t even like rapping like this is a test

Wait, y’all know it’s DigBar

And I be lit like a cigar

Got a li’l foreign bitch, she call me “niggar” (What?)

She play with my meat like a guitar

I just be rapping and fucking around

I do this shit for the fans

She said she be liking how I put it down

She said I can be her new man

Making these songs and making this money

My nigga, I guess that’s the plan

They said I can’t do it, I showed them I can

I’m balling Detroit like I’m Jalen Duren

[Outro]

I just be trying to please the fans, man, like

I know some people like the normal music, some people like the sus music, you know, I just

Do this shit for the fans