[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse]

Yeah, fly nigga

Used to tote the Glock 40 on the bicycle

Now if you ain't got a strap, you can't ride with us

Swing the rod with both hands like I'm fly fishin'

I just count what I make and mind my business

I'm on cloud nine tryna find out if the sky the limit, yeah

I'm on a streak like I'm dryin' dishes

I ain't had to turn the scale on in so long that I kinda miss it

I'm up late checkin' paper like it's night school

I couldn't stop gettin' this money if I tried to

I got all these rap niggas scared of what I might do

I turn on the beat and I go stupid like Dwight Schrute

For this cheese, I'll turn you into Swiss cheese

Shootin' like Ice Cube, recruit me for Big3

I let the money talk for me, I just lip sync

Shooters in the room got you shakin' like a mixed drink

Money, women, and guns, et cetera

They givin' niggas sentences like newspaper editors

You can't sit at this table, my nigga, you don't belong here

On the road to glory, you ain't with me, then you roadkill

Callin' niggas out, I need more data on my phone bill

Brick after brick, I made a mountain out a molehill

Me myself, and I, I need to practice on my social skills

Fuck you if you're not fuckin' with me, that's how I'm 'posed to feel

Let's get everybody paid, I can lead the way

I don't need no leveler to make sure all my people straight

Trappin' all my life and my shoebox was like my CPA

If you pull my lever, then I'm spinnin' like a CSA

I can't let you niggas get too close, I need breathin' space

It cost to be the boss, I'm like it's gotta be a cheaper way

And if I ever accept less than what they owe us

Send the devil ice skates because hell has frozen over, word to Pif

[Outro]

Yeah

Because hell has frozen over, word to—

Long live Pif

Yeah

Let it play out, Kevin