Mil’ ticket, I know I can’t die at war like Pat Tillman

I’m the type to make ’em both eat it like Grant Williams

Told the jet pilot, me and Rell was sauce and Garrett Wilson

I can’t believe these n****s drill rapping without killing

I suck at leading in sex ’cause I’m the type to ask

Every time I take a break, the “V” in Drop keep coming back

They said that I would never win—I’m mad I should’ve bet

Drops in my head like Becky G, I still ain’t break a sweat

Anita Wilson—n***a, I ball more than evеrything

Everybody know she ain’t nevеr get a wedding ring

All them bitches in my phone, ain’t nobody getting claimed

Type to take the stripper in the back after I make it rain

That shit on his pillow make his bed rock like Young Money

Bullets and advice the only things a na took from me

Like Charlie Day, when I pop out you know it’s always sunny

I fucked a rap na baby mom like Dejounte Murray

At least she straight to the point—asked me, “Do I trick?”

She ain’t take the switch charge—you better switch the bitch

I’m Rich Mon, I got that 23 on me like Mitch

Nah—I got one more, I’m 24 like Marshawn Lynch

Anita Wilson—n***a, I ball more than everything

Everybody know she ain’t never get a wedding ring

All them bitches in my phone, ain’t nobody getting claimed

Type to take the stripper in the back after I make it rain

10 on me like Eli Manning, I’m balling with my blood brother

They hit my man, we bent they man—that get back a motherfucker

No matter what, ain’t leaving my heat like Jimmy Butler

I balled 12 months straight like De’Andre Hunter

No matter what, I ain’t leaving my heat like Jimmy Butler

Thought I was done—I bounced back like a bed spring

Head on a swivel, I can’t let ’em get the first swing

Standing on that money ’til I’m same size as Yao Ming

Yeah, I like to rap—but shit, I ball more than everything