[Intro]

Yeah

Oh Ah

Yeah

Tokyo aesthetics

These rappers pathetic

I'll come back to my city when I'm done getting it

All London Chucks with the Margiela finish

Cracking bitches at the inn

End the beggining

Real black denim

Filling black [?]

30 Glocky dissapeared

His family won't miss him

[?]

That's how my big homie do it

So I need more

Niggas talking trap shit

They ain't even seen a brick

Never shipped them [?] out

They ain't even flip a bitch

I'm on some next level shit

And got these bitches [?]

So I got me and my money and nothing but [?]

I predicted it all

I won't tell how I see it

But is fuck you pussy niggas

I'm never 'gonna need you

European fashion

My all bitches lagging

I'm just styling on you niggas

I ain't even rapping

Overnight [?] Seattle crib

Your rap career ain't valid

But my bitch is

[?]

[?]

[?]

I pray my mamma don't judge if I don't see a mil

'Cause I just do it for the love

And I'm just being real

Niggas say I sold my soul

That's 2011

That's why these niggas broke as fuck

And they bitches begging

I'm going after these niggas heads

Increasing my leverage

[?]

[?] vision

Standin like you really got it

And move it like children (?)

A bunch of sheep in a field

You know I'mma kill 'em

I do it for the six

'Cause I love my boys

[?] on a hater

I'mma make his fucking blood boil

Give me everything I want

And nothing more

Fucking up the rap game

Like I have no choice

[Outro]

Fucking up the rap game like I have no choice