[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Bi-yatch!

Uhhhhhh, fuck

Here we go

Uh

[Verse 1]

Say we ballin' like you fixed up, ya shit luck

I'm the object of ya bitch lust, give her swift nuts

Don't get it mixed up

We know the Devil trynna kiss it

If the money make it spin the whole world is a strip club

Strollin' out the hall of flames, with the alcoholic's brain

For all the rain I ever bottled trynna swallow pain

I'm heartless show my words like gauntlets through your hallow frame

Another loss, nigga out here carrying my father's name

I'm burnin' y'all as hot as gets

I'm bout to take another win that's just some obvious shit, my hobbie's legit

Persuasion on some lobby shit

I'm poppin' thot's giving me top in the whip

Without a option gotta feel me

Pound or Marijuana gotta nigga feeling ill-y

Fuck a bitch really, i'm just trynna count a quarter-milly

Let them Eagle's fly, no significance to Philly

If a nigga pull a V.I.C, get silly

The last of a real, fuck denying man

Devil on a man, I'm jumping out the frying pan

Keep myself busy, nothing like the movie Idle Hands

I need one to hold the world and light the grams

I'm tryin fam, 'tho them Vulture niggas trynna get me

I thrived easy on them niggas like Lionel Richie

I'm just sayin', I tried to told em wasn't make believe

I made it up now, maybe it was Maybelline

And I ain't even had to show up, bitch I made the team

Making money making niggas envy gainin' green

Gainin' green gotta cut them niggas off man

Hot nigga hittin' jumpers with my off hand (Swish!)

Imma kill them niggas

Hydrocodone in my system, I don't feel them niggas

I'm trynna shine a little light on you bewildered niggas

You would cower in the power of some realer niggas

Raw classics, unfiltered nigga

[Outro]

What you see is what you get, right?

Yeah, i'm on them niggas tougher than a fist fight

Lord willin', i'm exactly what your bitch like

Just wait till I get my shit right (x3)

[Skit]

THE DEVIL IS A MOTHERFUCKIN' LIAR. SO YOU KNOW I AIN'T WORRIED, BI-YOTCH! Stupid BITCH!