[Intro: Paycheck & EC]

Ayy

On the beat

[Verse 1: Paycheck]

I'm boutta run into this game and I'll pound it

Around it

After I'm done I'll leave, leave people astounded

Yes I may be white

But I’m rappin

You lackin

I’ll compress you up and store you away

Like I'm packin

Remixing trap beats like Zero

But see though

See ho

I ain’t robotic like 3-P-O

My word play is fantastic, your song’s drastic

Your chances of a hit are weaker than elastic

Heard the first verse and I said “oh thats it?”

On my last tape I maxed it then I faxed it

To your mother and she said “this fantastic”

Put that ish on iTunes, the government taxed it

Ay, yo

Back up on the track

30k streams in a month, (oh thats a rack)

White and 14, (oh dang thats a wrap)

Gimme 6 months and you know I’m boutta lap

All these mumble rappers

Cause they know I'm boutta clap

Gimme a fresh beat

Man I guarrentee I'll snap

On a rap, rhyme sticky

Man it's kinda like some sap

And I’m headed to the top

No limit, no cap

[Interlude: EC]

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[Verse 2: EC]

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[Sample: EC & Jay Shifler]

Quick get out of the water, you need a lifeguard!

Wait, this isn't the beach, this is a bathtub!

(Lifeguard!)

(Bathtub!)

[Verse 3: EC]

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[Sample 2: [?]]

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[Verse 4: Paycheck & EC]

Finish up a nice track

Then I’ll bring it right back

Add a little hook

You know it’ll be nice, fact

I'm reppin from the Empire State

Paycheck holdin down homeplate

We just made a quick hit

And you know that it’s lit

Never try to cross us with that

Ric Flair Drip

(Go whoo!)