Released on August 6, 2016

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[Verse]

Ball like MJ up in 93, take my niggas to the top of me

Yo bitch she weak, she can't get top from me

Kick that little bitch off my property

Yeah my heart cold like a low degree

Had to tell myself that it wasn't me, mama single parent, know she proud of me

Doing shit ain't know I had in me

Sit back and observe, just watch who you trust

Women won't love, but they gettin' lust

Niggas pick 'em up and send them on the bus

Sippin' on red, I don't fuck with tugs

Can't fuck with a bitch, she be too dramatic

They say I just I got it, I been had it

I ain't rap for no reason, this shit just happened

Popped them now they shocked like it's fucking matches

They said it's my time

I told me get on my grind, so I got on my grind

My bitches like bitches, she fine

Stack up my chips til I'm rich

It's the truth, I ain't lying

[?] this world is mine

But I'm way smart to not look back and protect my spine

I promise the game we gon' shine

Ain't shit in these streets, but police and some crips on the nine

Feel the beat, yeah I'm high as hell

I'm Zachary and Screech like saved by the bell

You cuffing that bitch, man you dumb as hell

These bitches ain't shit, but a fucking nail

Just started to rap, you couldn't tell

I'm tryna get rich so my family well

Cause break it down, wear it on a scale

Wrap it up, ship it like postal mail


[Outro]

I told y'all

I'm coming in the game

And I'm finna fuck it up

I'm just getting started though

Let's get it